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REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 

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Spiritual  Songs. 


-by. HENRY  ALLXNE, 

iATE    MINISTER    OF   THE    GOSPEL,    A," 
P.ALMOUTH,    IN   NOVA- SCOTIA. 


the  THIRD  EDITION, 


"WITH    SOME    ENLARGEMENTS. 


printed  at  dover > 
by  Samuel  Bragg,  j-un.  and  for  sale 

AT  HIS    OFFICE,  AND  IN   BOSTON,    BY 
JOHN  !T£5T.-«-J797» 


PREFACE. 


HOWEVER  chained  down  many  may  be  by 
fuperftition  and  tradition,  yet  I  doubt  not 
but  there  are  many  fuck  candidates  for  divine  light 
as  Jhand  with  open  arms  for  help  from  every 
quarter,  that  may  further  them  on  their  heavenly 
pilgrimage;  to  whom  I  commit  this  f mall  piece, 
with  earn  cfi  defines,  that  fin  the  hand  of  God  J  it 
may  be  to  their  unfpeakablebeneft. 

V/ith  regard  to  the  practice  of  pfalmody,  much 
argued  for  and  againfz  in  the  world,  I  would  ob~ 
ferve  : 

It  is  true,  fnging  can  be  of  no  benefit  with- 
$ut  the  heart  ;  yet  it  is  evident  that  the 
heart  may  be  alarmed,  and  fiirred  up  to  aclion, 
by  local r  obj 'eels  or  vocal  founds  ;  and  therefore  it 
is  that  the  voice  may  be  inftfirmtntaUy  bencfcinl 
in  fin  gins:,  praying  and  preaching  :  for  it  win  ft  not 
be  under fiood  that  any  of  thofe  means  aye  dtfgn- 
ed,  or  Jhould  be  made  ufc  of  to  effect,  fir  up,  al- 
ter, or  benefit  God,  but  the  creature,  viz.  awak- 
en, fir  up,  and  engage  thatfpirit  or  kingdom  of 
God  in  the  creature,  until  the  kingdom  is  got  full 
P9Jj:eJ[l0'n  of  the  creature,  and    having    both  fen 

and. 


i«  PREFACE. 

experienced  the  urffpeakahle  blefftrigs  that  have  at- 
tended. I  highly  recommend    the  practice  of  fng~ 
ing,  net  only  to  public    affemblies   but  to  families 
and  individuals  ;  and  although  perfons  may  fno- 
fuch  fubjecls  as  they  have  net  experienced  without 
mockery •,  by    acknowledging   their   ignorance  of, 
and  groaning  after  the  things  they   exprefs  :  yet 
tts  J  thin  kit  far  more  likely   to  fir  up  and  engage 
the  heart  fef penally  fouls   enlighened  and  groan- 
ing  for  liberty)    when,    they    exprefs   the   fate, 
.groans  arid  defres  of  their  ozon  fouls  :  and  there- 
fore it  is  that  I  have  endeavored  to  bsfo  various 
m  my  fubjecls,   to   be  adapted  to  clmofi  every  ca- 
pacity* fation  of  life,  or  frame  of  mind. 

And  as  for  the  vain  excufe  {'too  often  made  J 
for  the  neglect  of  fin  gin  g  "I  have  neither  art  nor 
voice,"  let  me  reply,  that  in  the  compafs  of  my 
sw?i  travels,  in  many  focieties  and  families, 
zvherefuch  excufes  have  fo  far  prevailed,  that  I 
have  been  obliged  after  alrncfl  (and  fonj.etim.es 
wholly  J  tofing  alone  j  I  have  knozvn  them  after 
they  -were  perfuaded  to  begin,  to  make  fuch  pro- 
ficiency as  to  become  far  greater  maflers  of  fng- 
ing  than  myfelf,  and  that  zvith  little  help  but 
pratlice. 

Let  me  therefore,  norointreat  heads  cf  families 
to  concert  every  method  to  introduce  the  happy  ex- 
perience to  their  families,  by  fin  gin  g  a  feio  verfes 
before  or  after  prayer,  or  at  any  convenient  oppor- 
tunity j  nor  can  you  tell  how   glorious    the  ef- 

teas 


PREFACE.  v 

miy  be  in  divorcing  the  minds  of  your  offspring 
from  earthly  charms  and  carnal  mirth,  attaching 
their  minds  to  divine  truths ,  and  leading  them,  t& 
eternal  Jtlicity, 

And  0  !  let  me  intreat  thofe  whs  are  in  the 
bloom  of  life,  many  of  whom  can  without  much 
excufe,  find  both  art  &  voicefor  the  fin  gin  g  of  ear- 
ned fongs  to  exclude  every  excufe  ;  and  now, 
while  in  the  prime  of  your  days,  to  give  up  your 
fouls  to  the  Lord  Jefus  Chrift,  and  dedicate  both 
heart  and  voice  to  his  fervice  j  which  will  all  add 
nothing  to  him,  but  prove  your  own  prefent  and 
ever lafiing joy.  Yea,  let  me  call  on  old  and 
young,  rich  and  poor,  bond  and  free,  to  give  their 
attention  while  I  inform  them  that  Jehovah  has 
flooped,  fujferzd,  and  died,  is  laboring  fill,  fol- 
lowing y  On  night  and  day,  with  the  wide  leaved 
gates  of  immortal  glory  expanded,  all  courting 
you  from  the  regions  of  eternal  blacknefs  and  de- 
fpair,  to  the  bright  realms  of  everlafdng  day 
and  the  effence  of  interested  good,  that  you  may 
forever folace  in  unfpeakable felicity ,  And  are 
the  concerns  of  a  fliadow  fo  important;,  your 
chains  of ' Jlavery  fo  fzueet,  and  mifery  fo  dear  to 
you,  that  you  cannot  leave  them  for  the  themes  of 
heaven  and  joys  of  immortal  glory  ? 

0  think  of  your  fianding  and  liflen  a    moment 

to  the  heavenly  charmer,  till  you  are  fixed  with 

his  immortal  love,    which    will    conftrain  you   to 

break  out  infhouts  of  praife}  and  fay  with  me  in 

A  a  the 


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language  of  the  frophl Pratfe  the' Lord  -  ye- 
Kings  of  the  earth  and  all  people, princes  end  all 
judges  of  the  earth  ;  hoth  young  men  and  mai- 
dens, old  men  and  children;  pralfe  yc  the  Lord, 

AMEN, 


HYM  N  S 


S  P  I  R  ITUAL   S  O  N  G  S.- 

BOOK     I. 

Chiefly  conftfting  of  man  s  fallen  ft  at  i  j  together 
with  reproofs  td  the  ungodly xand  the  language- 
of awakened  finney \>. 

HYMN  I.     Short  Metre. 

On  Man's  fall, 
^liT  H  E  N  Adam  flood  in  light       - 

V  V        For  trial,  I  was  there  ; 
Between  eternal  day  and  nighty 

And  did  my- will  declare. 

2  For  when  the  choice  was  made; 
I  gave  my  full  confent  ; 

In  queft  orother  lovers  flray'd 
And  from  my  father  went, 

3  Then  down  with  him  I  fell^ 
And  have  noT  caufe  to  fay 

Imputed  guilt  finks  me  to  hell, 
I  threw  myfelf  away, 

4  The  countlefs  race  firft  flood 
In  Adam  all  as  one, 

Nor  could  a  part  forfake  their  God 
While  others  Hood  aior,e» 


4  HYMNS.  B.   I, 

5  In  God  they  one  muff  be 
Until  they  al)  rebel  ; 

And  if  they  fin  'tis  acted  free, 
They  fink  themfelves  to  hell. 

6  Ceafe  then,  O  wretched  man, 
To  charge  thy  woe  on  God  : 

Thy  hell  is  made  with  thy  own  fin, 
Thy  hands  have  fpilt  thy  blood, 

HYMN     II.     Long  Metre. 
3  T    ONG  have  I  trod  the  way  to  hell, 

JL-i   And  vainly  dream'd  that  all  was  well  ; 
Bui  now  I  feel  my  fins  a  load, 
And  I  a  ftranger  to  my  God. 

2  I  groan  and  turn  at  ev'ry  breath, 
And  fain  would  fly  from  fin  and  death  ; 
But  ah  !    thefe   bars  of  unbelief 
Chain  down  my  foul  from  ail  relief. 

3  Far  from  my  help  my  friends  do  {land, 
"While  foes    confpire  on  ev'ry  hand  ; 
Where  (hall  I  hide,  where  (hail  1  flee 
Tor  help.  O  Jefus,  but  to  thee   ? 

4  To  thee  I'd  come,  O  help,  I  pray, 
And  take  this  unbelief  away  ; 

Thou  mighty  God  ;    thou  prince  of  peace, 
Give  my  imprifon'd  foul  releafe. 


T 


HYMN  III.     Common  Metre. 

REMBLING,  O  God,  I  would  addrefs 
Thy  free,  thy  mercy  feat ; 


B.-I.  H-Y  M  N-S,  i 

Laderr  with  darknefs  and  diftrefs,  • 
I  fall  at  JefuV  feet. 

2  O  help  me.  help  me  to  believe 
In  the  Redeemer's  love  ;  . 

My  foul  from  chains  of  death  relieve,  - 
And  make  my  guilt  remove, 

3  Lord  let  thy  goodnefs  fliine  on  me. 
And  bring  me  home  to  reft  ; 

O  let  me  with  thy  children  be 
In  iieav'n  forever  hierl. 

4  Thou  didtf  delight. with ■  th'Tcns  ofmeD/- 
Before  the  world  was  made  ; 

Coma  for  my  help,  O  Jefus,  then. 
With  love  and  p-ower  array's. 

5  Thy  love,  G  God}  is  boundlefs  fliHv 
And  all  thy -bleflings  free  ; 

May  I  believe  it  is  thy  will 
To  give  thy  grace  to  rue. 

6  O  might  the  happy  moment  come. 
When  I  the  Chrift  fhali  know, 

And  I  a  wand'ring  foul  brought  horns 
From  everlaft'ing  woe  I 

HYMN  IV.-    Long.  Metre. 

The  finntr    acknowledging  his   danger    and' the 

chrifzia  n  's  fafety  i 
i    /\  H  |.  think  my  foul,  how  hleft  are  they 

Xjk.  Whofe  guilt  and  fears  are  dons  away. 
Their  fouls  enjoy  immortal  lov,?5 
While  1  a  wretch  in  darknefs  rove* 


4  HYMNS.  B.  I. 

2  Chrift  fpreads  his  mantle  o'er  their  head> 
And  feeds  them  with  immortal  bread  : 
While  I,  poor  fmner  ftarving  go, 
Expos'd  to  everlafting  woe» 

3  His  fp irit  doih  around  them  mine, 
And  lead  their  fouls  to  dreams  divine  J 
While  I  in  midnight  darknefs  dwell, 
And  glide  the  flippery  fteepto  hell. 

4  Their  fouls    are  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare, 
Guarded  by  the  redeemer's  care  : 
While  I,  poor  foul,  at  ev'ry  breath, 
Stand  all  expos'd  to  endiefs  death, 

HYMN  V.     Common  Metre. 

The  danger  and  vanity  of  the  world. 

i"T  TAIN  world,  vain  world,  I  bid  adiea 
V         To  your  deceitful  joys  J' 

1  will  not  fell  my  foul  for  you, 

Nor  longer  hug  your  toys. 

2  Too  long  I  hugg'd  you  in  my  arms, 
And  courted  ev'ry  fnare  ; 

But  now  I  fee  your  fiatt'ring  charms 
Wrii!  end  in  long  defpair. 

3  You  flatter  with  a  vain   appLaufe, 
And  prcmife  future  joy, 

When  all  your  treafures  are  but  droIs> 
Your  blifs  an  empty  toy. 

4  Ten  thoufand  fouls  by  you  are  flain^ 
And  funk  in  endiefs  night  ; 


B.  I.  HYMNS.  e 

But  ah  !  too  late,  they  rue  in  vain, 
And  curfe  your  falfe  delight.  . 

5  Carelefs  I  trode  your  charming  maze, 
And  thought  that  all  was  well  ; 

But  now  I  fee  thofa  carnal  ways 
Lead  to  the  sates  of  hell. 

6  Bleft  be  the  Lord  that  taught  my  foul 
How  near  the  gulph  I  flood  ! 

And  now  while  mortal  movements  roll 
Pll  feek  fubfiantial  good. 

HYMN  VI.     Common  Metre, 

Tlufamg. 

O  WRETCHED  foui,  where  have  I  been  ? 
How  have  I  fpent  my  breath  ? 
In  vain  amufing  paths  of  fin, 
That  lead  to  endlefs  death. 

2  Unbounded  goodnefs  I've  abused 
And  chofe  the  downward  road  ; 

The  faviour  call'd.  but  I  refus'd, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood. 

3  Long  have  my  days  been  lengthen'd  out 
By  an  indulgent  heav'n. 

And  dare  I  now  without  a  doubt, 
Expeft  my  fins  forgiv'n  ? 

4  Yea,  Lord,  I  hear  thy  grace  is  free? 
Thy  goodnefs  ne'er  withheld  ; 

And  love  and  pardon  wait  for  me, 
Though  I've  fo  long  rebel'd. 


&  K  Y  M  NS.  fi.L 

HYMN  VII.     Common  Metre' 

For  Children. 
?TT    ORD,  I  am  young,  but  foon  may  gc 

JL-J     Down  to  the  filent  tomb, 
When  endJefs  joys  or  endlefs  woe 
Muft  be  my  lading  home. 

2  O  changejny  heart  while  I  am  young, 
Jefus  thou  prince  of  peace  : 

Let  grace  employ  my  heart  and  tongue 
'Till  mortal  life  {hail  ceafe. 

3  O  let  thy  word  my  council  be, 
Thy  love  my  only  joy  ; 

Place  my  affections  all  on   thee 
From  earth  and  ev'ry  toy. 

4  And  let  the  bleft  immortal  dove 
Infpire  my  foul  to  tell 

What  glory,  wifdom,  and  what  love, 
Doth  in  my  Jefus  dwell. 

5  And  when  I  quit  this  mortal  fhore, 
I  fhall  with  Jefus  reft  ; 

Where  I  mall  never  forrow  more, 
But  live  forever  blelh 

HYMN    VIIL     Long  Metre 

Againfi   carnal  mirth. 
iTJOW  vain  the  wretch  that  dares  employ 

ii.   His  mind  in  queft  of  fenfual  joy, 
And  for  an  hour  of  carnal  mirth 
Chain  down  his  foul  to  enclefs  death, 


J3.I.  HYMNS. 

2  Whv  will  you  wafte  your  days  in  vain, 
Expos'd  toeverlafting  pain  ? 

Your  hours  are  fhort,  your  moments  fly, 
O  think  vain  man,  you're  born  to  die. 

3  When  death.arrefts,  how  will  you  bear 
To  clofe  your  eyes  in  black  defpair  ? 
How  will  you  bear  eternal  pain 

Where  horrors,  woes  and  darknefs  reign  ? 

4  Ah  !   could  you  now  one  moment  know 
The  horrors  of  thatgulph  below, 

You  would  not  hug  your  fenfual  joys, 
Nor  fell  your  foul  for  empty  toys. 

HYMN  IX.     Common  Metre,, 
A  firmer  awakened, 
lT    ORD,  what  a  wretched  foul  am  I  i 

fo  J     In  midnight  {hades  I  dwell  ; 
Laden  with  guilt  and  born  to  die, 
And  rufhing  down  tohell. 

2  Hell  yawns  for  my  unhappy  foul, 
And  threatens,  every  breath  ; 

While  fwift  as  fleeting  moments  roll, 
I'm  hurried  down  to  death. 

3  No  hand  but  thine,  O  God -of -love. 
My  wretched  foul  can  fave  ; 

O  come  dear  Jefus  and  remove 
This  load  of  guilt  I  have. 

4  My  wounded  foul  can  never  reft 
A  Granger  Lord  to  thee  ; 

O  grant  me,  grant-me  my  requeftj 
(  And  fet  the  prjs'ner  free*  B 


K  H  Y  M  N  S.  .       B.  I. 

5   Thy  blood  can  wafh  my  guilt  awry  ; 

Thy  love  my  heart  can  cheer  ; 
O  turn  my  midnight  into  day. 

And  bar.ifh  all  my  fear. 

HYMN  X.     Long  Metre. 
A  reproof  of  the  worldling. 

HEAR,  O  ye  ftarving  wdVldlings  hear, 
Your  days  are  {hort.  your  doom  is  near 
Soon  vou  mud  quit  this  mortal  fhore, 
And  all  your  gods  will  be  no  more. 

2  Although  you  dream  that  all  is  well, 
You're  gliding  down  the  fteep  to  hell  ; 
And  while  you're  mufmg  in  your  dreant 
The  devil  triumphs  in  his  fcheme. 

3  You  labor  hard  on  earth  to  find 
Some  fenfual  joys  to  charm  the  mind  ; 
But  know  that  all  the  joys  you  have, 
Will  haunt  your  foul  beyond  the  grave. 

4  O  leave  the  treach'rous  paths  you've  trod, 
And  turn  ye  ftarviug  fouls  to  God  : 

The  bread  of  life  is  at  your  door, 

O  tafie,  and  flarve  your  fouls  no  more. 

HYMN  XL     Long  Metre. 

Tke  Jam. 

iXTOW  many  haplefs  men  will  fell 

JLA    I  heir  poor  immortal  fouls  to  hell. 
And  for  a  few  deceitful  toys, 
Forever  loofe  eternal  joys  ! 


B.I*  a  V  M  N  S, 

2  This  tempting  world  is  but  a  cheat  ? 
Withpoifon  mix'd  in  ev'ry  fweet  ; 
And  all  its  pleafmg  themes  and  love 
"Will  but  at  laft  a  dagger  prove,. 

3  Ye  ftarving  fouls  that  earth  purfue, 
Return  and  bid  thofe  charms  adieu  j 
The  end  of  all  your  joys  are  nigh  ; 

O  fly  in  time  to  Jefus  fly. 

4  He  waits  and  yet  would  ma  ke  you  bled 
Would  give  your  fouls  eternal  reft  ; 

Ke  yet  would  bring  you  home  fo  God, 
And  feed  you  with  immortal  food. 

HYMN  XII.     Common  Metre, 
An  oldfinner  awakened* 

i/r""V   WHAT  a  wretched  finner  Lord  I 

\*^r     I  now  begin  io  fee 
The  danger  of  the  ways  I  trod, 
But  know  not  where  to  flee. 

2  Long  have  I  turn'd  my  back  on  thee, 
And  flighted  all  thy  grace  ; 

Yet  pity  Lord,  O  pity  me, 
And  let  me  fee  thy  face. 

3  O  fhou'd  I  now  expire    my  breath, 
I  mull  go  down  to  dwell 

In  chains  of  everlafling  death, 
Among  the  fiends  in  hell. 

3  Lord  change  my  heart,  or  I  am  gone  ; 
O  give  me  life  divine  I 


jo  HYMNS.  E.I. 

Though  I  am  old,  may  I  be  born  * 

A  heav'nJy  child  of  thine. 

HYMN  XIII.      Common   Metre. 

On  Death. 
iTT\  ".ATH  reign'd  with  vigour  fince  the  fall^ 

JL^f      And  rides  with  fury  fiill  ; 
Kor  rich  nor  poor,  nor  great,  nor  finally 
Can  e'er  refill  his  will. 

2   He  ravages  both  night  and  day, 

Through  all  our  mortal  ftage  : 
And  ev'ry  creature  fills  a  prey 

To  his    refifilefs  rage. 

o    Nations  and  empires  he  has  flain, 

And  laid  whole  cities  wafle, 
And  doth  his  cruel  Hege   maintain 

To  fweep  the  world  in  hafle. 

4    Ride  forth,  O  mighty  prince  of  peace, 

Ar.d  take  away  his  Oing. 

Then  (hall  his  cruel  kingdom  ceafe 
o 

And  faints  his  triumph  ling. 

HYMN  XIV.     Common    Metre. 
Souls  one  by  thzfpirit  of  Chrijt  fiould  never  bty 
parted  by  their  different  principles. 

i'  1  \TE   world  from  christians  are  apart  ; 

JL        But  ill  all    it  e'er  be  faid, 
'Mong  thofe  whom-God  hath  join'd  in  heart 

Are  fcparations  made  ? 


B.I.  K  Y  M  N  S.  si 

2  They're  all  of  one  eternal  band, 
And  with  one  father  bleft  ; 

All  led  by  the  Redeemers  hand, 
To  the  fame  joy  and  reft. 

3  Why  then  mould  circumilantials  mar 
That  union  fo  divine  ? 

Or  non-affentials  ever  bar 

Thofe  which  he  cannot  join  ? 

4  No  forms  or  tenets  can  unite, 
Or  bring  the  fouls  to  heav'n  ; 

Then  for  them  let  no  chriftians  fight, 
Where  God  has  all  forgiv'n. 

5  O  God  fubdue  thofe  cruel  jars 
With  thy  cementing  grace  ; 

Nor  let  the  dev-iJ  hold  up  bars 
Among  the  heav'n-horn  race. 

6  O  give  us  that  transforming  flame 
Of  the  immortal  dove, 

That  thofe  who  bear  thy  lovely  name, 
May  all  contend  for  love. 

HYMN  XV.     Long  Metre. 

An  agedfmner  awakened, 

1§fl   What  a  wretched  Hate  I'm  in  ! 

V-/    In  midnight  darknefs  and  in  fin  J 
In  chains  of  death  the  devil's  flave, 
Juft  flapping  in  the  gaping  grave. 

2  O  God  look  down,  look  down  on  rae^ 
Forgive  my  fins,  and  fet  me  free  ;        B  a 


i*  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  I, 

Or  foon  I'm  hVd,  O  wretched  doom  ! 
"Where  help  nor  hope  can  never  come. 
3   I  m3y  perhaps,  for  who-  can  tell  ? 

1  may  efc-ape  the  jaws  of  hell  ; 
Lord  here  I  fall  hefore  thy  face, 
Makjs  me  a  miracle  of  grace. 

HYMN    XVI.     Long  Metre.- 

Againjl  profanefwearing. 
i"TXTKY  wretched  mortals  will  you  dare 

V  V        Omnipotence  and  curfe  and  fwear  i 
Why,  will  you  wade  your  precious  breath 
To  purchafe  everlafling.  death  ? 

2  Ah  !    could  you  fee  that  awful  pit 
That  yawns  for  your  unguarded  feet, 
You  (brink  at  thoughts  of  landing  there, 
Where  you  with  devils  foon  mud  {hare. 

Be  wife  in  time  the  gofpel  hear, 
That  yet  proclaims  the  joyful  year  ; 
There's  yet  a  hope  and  who  can  tell 
But  you  may  yet  efcape  from  hell  ? 

HYMN  XVII.     Common  Metre. 

The  /inner' s  complaint  in  a  dying  hour, 
i^f~"\    IS  is  the  king  of  terrors  come, 

V^/      And  muft  I,  muft  I  go  ? 
O  wretched  flare  to  fix  my  doom 
In  everlaftintr  woe. 

o 

2  How  can  I  leave  this  mortal  ftage, 
And  take  my  wretched  flight, 


B.-I.  HYMNS;  *§; 

With  all  my  fins,  my  hell  and  rage, 
To  everiafting  night  ! 

3  Ten  thoufand  worlds  I  now  would  give 
For  a  few  moments  more  : 

My  fruit  lefs  wiihes  are  to  live  ; 
My  day  of  grace  is  o'er. 

4  No  way,  no  way  to  {hurr  the  ftroke, 
The  dreadful  hour  is  come  ; 

My  days  are  gone,  my  thread  is  broke. 
And  fatal  is  my  doom; 

5  Curft  be  the  alluring  charms  of  fenfe  I       % 
I've  loft  my  foul  for  you  ; 

And  now  mufi  go,  I'm  hurried  hence 
To  bid  your  toys  adieu. 

HYMN  XVIII.     Common  Metre. 
At  a  Funeral. 

F3.0M  dufi  we  wretched  mortals  came5 
And  groan  at  every  breath  ;. 
Dying  until  this  mortal  frame 
Is  alldiifolv'd  in  death. 

2  When  man  rebel'd  againft  his  God, 
He  fold  him  for  a  Have, 

And  groan'd  beneath  a  heavy  load, 
Then  drops  into  the  grave. 

3  Thus  in  an  inftant  man  is  hurl'd, 
Through  a  few  hours  of  pain  ; 

Then  drops  into  an  unknown  world> 
And  ne'er  returns  again. 


*4  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.I. 

4  Condole  O  God,  this  dying  race, 
Since  thou  their  end  doft  knew  ; 

Make  bare  thy  mighty  arm  of  grace, 
And  fave  from  endlefs  woe. 

5  O  may  we  triumph  o'er  the  grave? 
When  this  poor  life  mail  ceafe, 

With  thee  may  we  forever  live 
In  the  fweet  realms  of  peace  ! 

HYMN  XIX.     Common  Metre. 

A  fnner  convinced  of  his  diath  and.  blindnefs, 

a  YYARD  heart  of  mine,  O  that  the  Lord 

XI      Would  this  hard  heart  fubdue  ! 
O  come  thou  bleft  life-giving  word, 
And  form  my  foul  anew. 

2  I  hear  the  heav'nly  pilgrims  tell 

Their  fins  are  all  forgiv'n, 
And  while  on  earth  their  bodies  dwell, 

Their  fouls  enjoy  a  heav'n. 

2  While  I,  poor  wretch,  in  darknefs  fland*, 

With  guilt  a  heavy  load  ; 
And  ev'ry  breath  expos'd  to  land 

Beyond  the  grace  of  God. 

4  The  chriftian's  fir,g  redeeming  love, 
And  talk  of  joys  divine  ; 

And  foon  they  fay  in  realms  above 
In  glory  they  {hall  mine. 

5  But  ah  !    its  all  anrunknown  tongue^ 
I  never  knew  that  love  j 


B.  I,  H  Y  M  N  3.  15 

1  cannot  firtg  that  Heavenly  fong, 

Nor  tell  of  joys  above. 

6  I  want,  O  God,  I  know  not  what  ! 
I  want  what  faints  enjoy  ; 

O  let  their  portion  be  my  lot,. 
Their  work  be  my  employ. 

7  Fain  would  I  know  that  Saviour'  mine?- 
And  taffe  his  bleeding  love, 

With  a!i  the  heav'nly  pilgrims  join, 
While  I  this  defart  rove. 

8  Then  O  to  thofe  transporting   realms,         « 
My  foul  would  foar  away  V 

Where  all  the  warriors  wear  their  palms 
Id  everlaHing  day. 

HYMN  XX.     Common  Metre. 

lor  Children. 

WHILE  in  life's  bloom,    O  God  of  grace? 
Convert  my  foul  to  thee  ; 
O  let  me  run  the  chrifiian   race, 
And  thou  my  leader  be. 

2  O  Jefus  fpeak  that  healing  word, 
"  Thy  fins  are  all  forgiven," 

Be  thou  my  father  and  my  God, 
My  portion  and  my  heav'n. 

3  Fain  would  I  know  and  love  thy  name. 
And  fpend  my  life  and  breath, 

To  fpread  thy  love,  and  found  thy  fame. 
Until  the  hour  of  death. 


i$  HYMN  S.  B.  h 

4  And  when  grim  death  {hall  firike  the  blowy 
And  bid  my  fpint  flee, 

1  fhal  1  without  relutiance  go 

To  reign  O  God  with  thee. 

HYMM  XXI.     Short  Metre, 

The  awakened  firmer. 

l/~^\    AM  I  born  to  die, 

\l*/      With  an  immortal  foul  ? 
Ah  !  hurry'd  to  eternity, 
As  fwift  as  time  can  roil. 

2  I  juir  begin  to  fee  ; 

Ah!    Lord  what  mall  I  do  ? 
How  mall  a  wretched  Tinner  nee 
From  everlaOing  woe  ? 

3  I  dare  no  longer  flay 

So  nigh  the  jaws  of  heil  ; 

Yet  how  to  go  or  find  ihe  way 

To  Chrijl    I  cannot  tell  ; 

4  They  fay  that  he  is  kind, 
And  pities  dying  men  ; 

But  how  {hall  1   ths  Jefus  find  ? 
O  tell  me  where  or  when. 

*}   They  fay  he  don't  deny 

The  trembling  fouls  requeft  ; 
And  thofe  who  on  his  word  rely 

Have  found  immediate  reft, 

6  O  Lord  though  I  am  vile, 
Receive  me  as  I  awn  $ 


B.I.  HYMN  5.  8 1 

Let  heav'n*s  immortal  goodnefs  fmile, 
On  me  through  Chrift  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  XXII.     Common  Metn. 

Againfi  lufls  and  carnal  mirth* 
i  QJ  AY  men  of  pleafure,  men  of  lull, 

43    Who  wafte  your  hours  in  vain, 
"Why  will  you  live,  and  die  accarft, 
Such  beaftly  joys  to  gain  ? 

2  You  call  your  pleafures  civil  joy, 
To  recreate  the   mind  ; 

But  foon  you  will  your  fouls  deftroy, 
As  you  to  late  will  find. 

3  Smali  is  the  thread,  and  fhort  the  frep^ 
Between  your  fouls  and  heii  ; 

And  the  next   breath  you  may  be  fwept 
.Where  endiefs  horrors  dwell. 

4  And  when  you  take  your  wretched  $igatj 
Your  earthly  joys  muft  ceafe  ; 

Your  fouls  in  everlafting  night, 
Far  from  the  realms  of  peace 

5  O  that  you  knew  in  this  your  day. 
What  to  your  peace  belongs! 

You  would  not  throw  your  fouls   away 
For  a  rsw  carnal  fongs. 

HYMN  XXIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  finner  convinced  of \  and  groaning   undir  a 

load  of  fin. 

£  T    ORD  God  of  grace,  I  feel  I  fee 
JLiJ  My  foul  a  ilranger  now  to  thee  ; 


i8  M  Y  M  N  S.  B.L 

A  defert  world  I  wander  round 

"With  chains  of  guilt  and  darknefs  bound. 

2  Ten  thoufand  foes  with  all  their  rage 
Againft  my  naked  foul  engage  ; 

And  O  !  ur.lefs  thy  grace  employ, 
They  will  O  God  my  foul  deflroy. 

3  I  hear  thy  precious  blood  was  fpilt, 
For  to  remove  a  world  of  guilt  ; 
Then  let  my  foul  thy  goodnefs  plead, 
Till  I  from  chains  of  death  am  freed. 

4  Draw  nigh,  O  blefled  Cod,   draw  nigh) 
And  fave  my  ioul  before  I  die  ; 

A  wretched  {inner  at  thy  door, 
One  drop  of  mercy  doth  implore. 

5  O  Lord  I  cannot  eafy  be, 
Until  thy  grace  hath   fet   me  free  ; 
Come  O  thou  mighty  Jefus,  come, 
Ancl  call  the  trembling  rebel  home. 

HYMN  XXIV.     Long  Metre, 
The  fame. 

Vr  I  10  God  the  great,  the  good,  the  wife, 
JL     I'll  go  with  all  my  guilt  and  fhame  ; 

To  heaven  I'll  lift  my  heart  and  eyes, 

And  plead  the  blood  of  Chrift  the  Lamb. 

2  O  Jefus  take  my  guilt  away, 

And  warn  me  in  ihy  precious  blood  ; 
&\\-e  me  one  giimpfe   of  heav'nly  day. 
That. I  caay  know  the  living  Cod. 


B.I.  HYMN  S.  i9 

3  A  happy  hour  I  ne'er  (hall  fee 
Until  I  view  thy  fmiling  face  ; 

O  let  me  find  my  help  in  thee  ; 

Lord  fave  me  by  thy  boundkfs  grace. 

4  I  know  thou  would  not  me  deny, 

Nor  fpurn  me  from  thy  gracious  throne, 
If  1  could  on  thy  grace  rely, 

And  caft  my  foul  on  Chrift  alone. 

5  But  O  !    this  harden'd  heart  of  mine, 
Rejecls  thy  boundiefs  fea  of  love  ; 

My  ftubborn  will,  will  not   refign. 
And  thus  in  darknefs  ft  ill  I  rove. 

HYMN  XXV.     Long  Metre. 
Againfi  any  feparation  about  non-ejfentials  of  re- 
ligion among  converted  fou Is. 
iT    ET  ev'ry  foul  Redeem'd  from  death, 

JLi     Keep  near  to  their  Redeemer's  arms 
Ana  never  fpend   their  time  and  breath 
In  warm  debates  for  outward  forms, 

2  One  man  efteems  one  day  to  God, 
Another  ev'ry  day  alike  ; 

Yet  he  that  wam'd  them  in  his  blood 
Doth  in  their  names  no  difference  make* 

3  One  man  eats  herbs,  another  meat  ; 
And  who  his  brother  dares  condemn, 

Since  ev'ry  chriftian  is  complete. 
And  all  as  one  in  Chrift  the  Lamb  ? 

4  The  Saviour's  caufe  is  never  fpread 
By  a]  Sectarian  name  or  zeal ; 

C 


oQ  HYMNS.  B.  I. 

No  modes  nor  forms  can  raife  the  dead 
Nor  to  poor  fouls  a  Chrill  reveal. 

5  Ceafe  then  ye  happy  heirs  of heaven? 
From  a  fe&arian  zeal  or  war  ; 

Your  fins  are  all  by  Chrifl  forgiv'n, 
And  it  is  love  fulfils  the  law. 

6  O  think  how  foon  the  day  will  come, 
When  you  (hall  reach  the  realms  of  peace? 

And  find  the  fame  eternal  home, 

Where  difcords  (hall  forever  ceafe. 


O 


HYMN  XXVI.     Common  Metre. 

The  complaint  of  an  awakened  /inner ■ 

WHAT  a  (late  my  foul  is  in  » 


Nor  can  I  e'er  be  bleft, 
Without  releafe  from  death  and  fin, 
Or  find  a  moment's  reft. 

2  I  hear  that  Chrift  is  patting  by, 
Poor  finners  to  relieve  : 

But  ah  !    I  muft  in  darknefs  lie. 
Until  I  do  believe. 

3  My  ftupid  mind  and  ftubborn  wilJ, 
Chains  down  my   foul  to  death, 

And  here  I  groan  in  darknefs  itiil, 
Without  one  fpark  of  faith. 

4  O  God,  for  my  poor  foul  appear, 
And  make  my  foes  fubmit  ; 

Unlock,  unlock  this  prifon  door, 
And  bring  me  from  the  pit* 


B:  I.  H  Y  "M  N  S.  2* 

5  Pull  down  the  pride  within  my  heart  5 
From  blindnefs  fet  me  free  ; 

May  I  with  ev'ry  idol  part, 
And  give  myfelf  to  thee. 

6  O  let  me  feel  thy  love  divine, 
And  hear  thy  healing  voice  ; 

Until  I  know  that  thou  art  raine^    / 
I  never  can  rejoice, 

HYMN    XXVII.     long  Metre. 

Defiring  a  portion  among  the  faints. 

*£~\   WAS  my  lot  among  the  faints, 

^L^      And  I  might  all  their  glories  {hare  ; 
Soon  mould  I  'ojfe  thefe  fore  complaints, 
Nor  earihj  nor  hell  would  make  me  fear. 

%   God  is  their  portion  and  their  reft, 
And  they  are  fafe  beneath  his  {hade  ; 

In  him  they  are  forever  bled, 

Though  earth  and  hell  their  peace  invade. 

3  Though  they  are  fcorn'd  while  here  below 
By  thofe  that  do  their  Lord  defpife, 

Yet  foon  the  wicked  world  fhall  know 
They  have  a  friend  that  never  dies. 

4  Soon  will  they  with  their  Jefus  reign 
In  love  on  heav'n's  immortal  more  ; 

While  in  the'gr.lph  of  endlefs  pain 
The  wicked  fink  forevermore. 

Jj  O  God,  give  me  my  portion  too, 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb  ; 


|2  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.I, 

Then  will  I  bid  my  fears  adieu, 
And    found  their  everlafting  fame. 

HYMN  XXVIII.     Common  Metre. 

An  agcdfinner  awakened. 

if~\  WRETCHED  feul  !  I  now  begin 

\^r      To  feel  my  woeful  cafe  ; 
Ah  !   wretch  i   what  days  I  fpent  in  fin. 
Rejecting  God's  free  grace  ! 

2   My  precious  days  are  almoii  gone 

In  the  broad  road   to  death, 
And  now  which  way  can  1  return 

In  my  declining  breath  ? 

•2   So  long  with  fmners  I  have  trod, 

And  dsfregarded  heav'n, 
How  can  I  think  to  call  on  God  ? 

Or  feek  to  be  forgiv'n. 

4  Yet  if  I  here  remain  I  die,  * 
And  fureiy  fink  to  hell  ; 

Therefore  I  am  refolv'd  to  try 
While  there's  a  who  can  tell.. 

5  They  fay  his  mercy  yet  is  free, 
To  all  that  wiil  return  ; 

It  fureiy  then  would  reach  to  me, 
If  unbelief  was  gone. 

6  'Tis  now  with  me  the  later!  hour, 
And  I  in  darknefs  dwell  ; 

O  Jefus,'manifeft  thy  pow'r, 
Or  foon  I  fink  to  hell. 


B.I.  HYMN  S.  23 

HYMN  XXIX.     Common  Metre, 

An  awakened /inner  refolved  to  ca/i  all  on  Chrifl* 

*(~\  WHAT  a  burden'd  foul  I  be, 

\^/      A  Granger  to  my    God  ! 
Yet  tince  I  hear  his  grace  is  free 
On  hira-T'll  caft  my  load. 

2,  His  name  is  love  I  often  hear, 

And  gracious  is  his  throne  ; 
Who  knows  but  he  may  yet  appear 

Before  I  am  undone  ? 

3  He  is  all  goodnefs  ;  or  in  hell 
I'd  funk,  ah  !    long  ago  ; 

But  O  !  it  is  his  bleffed  will 
To  fave  my  foul  from  woe  ! 

4  Since  long  he's  kept  me  from  the  grave, 
And  ftill  holds  out  my  days, 

I  muft  believe  he's  free  to  fave 
If  I  would  truft  his  grace. 

5  I'll  go  with  all  my  load  of  guilt, 
And  fall  before  his  throne  ; 

Believe  his  blood  for  me  was  fpilt, 
And  truft  in  him  alone. 

6  Help  my  belief,  almighty  God, 
And  fet  my  fpirit  free  ; 

O  walh  me  in  the  Saviour's  blood, 
And  let  me  live  with  thee. 
C  2 


24  H  V  M  N  K  B.  h 

KYMN  XXX.     Commcn  Mitre. 

The  world  held  up  by  God's  incarnation* 

iX  IT  THEN  paradife  was  funk  by  fin, 

V  V         Swift  ruin  mud  enfue 
That  inftant  had  not  God  ftep'd  in. 

The  rage  for  to  fobdue. 

2  But  God  that  hour  incarnate  carnfc, 
And  in  his  love  appear'd  ; 

And  thus  became  a  flaughter'd  Lamb, 
That  man  might  be  reftor'd. 

3  Now  earth  appears  with  all  her  forms,. 
To  hole!  the  finking  race  ; 

Each  one  furrounded  with  his  charms 
Of  heav'ns  unbounded  grace. 

4  All  thofe    are  fav'd  that  hearths  call, 
And  let  the  Saviour  in  ; 

While  they  that  will  rejeel  mull  fall 
In  their  own  hell  and  fin. 

5  And  when  four  ihoufand  years  were  palv 
This  God  to  bleed  and  die,      » 

Afiumes  a  body  of  the  duft, 
And  'pears  to  mortal  eye. 

6  Pr-fs'd  as  a  cart  is  prefs'd  with  (heaves  I 
Behold  the  Saviour  dies  ! 

And  foon  triumphantly  he  leaves 
The  grave,  and  mounts  the  fkies. 

7   Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  thy  name, 
O  Jeftis,  for  thy  love  J 


B.  I.  HYMN  S. 

And  we  {ball  found  thy  glorious  fame 
Through  all  the  realms  above. 

-HYMN  XXXI.     Short  Melrt.^ 
For  Children, 

aHPEACH  me,  O  God  I  pjay, 
I         Tolly  from  fin  and  death, 

And  lead  my  foul  in  wife],  rn's  way 
Now  in  the  days  of  youth. 

2  Convert  my  foul  to  thee, 
By  thy  redeeming  grace, 

And  give  me  faith  where'er  I  be, 
To  run  the  Chriftian  race. 

3  Ten  thoufand  fnares  attend 
My  feet  from  earth  and  hell  :' 

But  if  thou  (land  my  coniiant  friend 
I'm  iafe,  and  all  is  well. 

4  Let  love  divine  infpire 

My  heart  with  facred  flame  ; 
And  make  it  all  my  heart's  defire 
To  love  and  fpread  thy  name. 

5  Not  all  the  joys  on  earth, 
And  grandeur  here  oelow. 

With  counilefs  years  of  carnal  mirth 
Can  ever  blefs  me  fo. 

HYMN  XXXII.     Short  Metre* 

The  awakened  firmer, 

aT  TAVE  mercy  on  me  Lord, 
JL  JL     Remove  my  unbelief 


*6  H  Y  M  N  S. 

That  I  may  feel  the  living  word. 
And  lofe  my  fear  and  grief. 

2  My  wretched  fou!  doth  lie 
Undone  without  a  friend  ; 

But  O  !    if  thou  art  paiTingby 
Thine  arm  cf  love  extend. 

3  O  Lord  how  can  I  bear 
That  mod  unhappy  doom 

Of  everlafling  forrows,  where 
Thy  grace  can  never  come  ! 

4  Come,  blefled  Saviour  come 
And  take  my  guilt  away  ; 

And  let  me  find  that  happy  home 
Of  everlafling  day. 

5  But  O  it  is  this  heart  of  mine 
That  keeps  me  from  thy  love  ; 

When  will  my  ftubborn  will  refign, 
And  all  thefe  mountains  move  ! 

HYMN  XXXIII.     Short    Metre, 
An  awakened  youth. 

iT    ORD  let  me  never  go 

I  J       The  w^y  the.  wicked  tread, 
Them  fieps  take  hold  on  endlefs  woea 
And  they  among  the  dead. 

8   O  call  me  home  ro  thee, 

Now  in  my  youthful  davs 
^nd  let  my  life  and  portion  be 
In  the  Redeemer's  ways. 


B.  I.  *l  Y  M  N  S.  a7 

3  It  is  thy  grace  I  ^vant  ; 
O  let  me  tafte  thy  love  ; 

Methinks,  O  God,  my  foul  doth  pant 
For  pleafure  from  above. 

4  O  Jefus  let  me  know 
Thy  kngdom  in  my  foul  ; 

Thy  grace  can  fave  from  endlefs  woef 
And  all  my  fears  controui. 

5  O  fhall  I  ever  be 

Among  the  christians  blefl  ? 
O  Jefus  take  me  now  to  thee, 
And  give  my  fpirit  reft. 

6  Then  in  the  realms  above, 
My  God  I  (hall  adore  ; 

Forever  folace  in  his   love, 
But  grieve  and  fin  no  more. 

HYMN  'XXXIV.     Common  Man. 

The  Same. 

3  jT\   THOU  that  fioopM  from  realms  of  light, 

V^    Whole  name  is  life  and  truth, 
Pluck  me  from  cnains  of  death  and  night, 
While  in  the  bloom  of  youth. 

2  I'm  born  O  God,  an  heir  of  death, 
Condemn'd  by  my  own  fin  j 

Time  fleets  away,  and  not  a  breath 
Will  e'er  return  again. 

3  O  God,  redeem  me  by  thy  grace, 
While  life  is  in  its  bloom, 

That  I  may  run  the  chriftian  race 
'Till  death  commands  me  home. 


*8  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  I, 

4  Without  thy  love  I  am  undone^ 
And  all  my  life  h  vain, 

And  when  thefe  fleeting  hours  are  gone 
I  land  in  endlefs  pain. 

5  Have  pity  on  me,  bleffed  God, 
And  take  my  heart  to  thee, 

And  fet  me  by  thy  precious  blood, 
From  all  my  bondage  free* 

HYMN  XXXV.     Long  Metre. 
The  firmer' s  complaint  and  confe/fion. 
*£*\   WHAT  a  harden'd  wretch  ami! 
V^/    Will  nothing  melt  my  harden'd  mind  ? 

1  hear  that  Chrift  is  palling  by, 

But  know  it  not,  for  I  am  blind. 

2  His  bowels  yearn  o'er  wretched  man, 
And  I  am  call'd  to  tafte  his  love, 

And  yet  my  heart's  fo  hard  in  fin 
I  neither  feel,  nor  melt  nor  move, 

3  Long  has  he  waited  at  my  door, 
And  I  a  wretch  as  longdefpis'd  ; 

And  now  if  he  fhould  call  no  more, 
Iu  endlefs  death  I  clofe  my  eyes. 

4  And  yet'  how  carelefs  am  I  flill, 
Surrounded  with  important  fcenes  ; 

G  Jcfus  turn  my  rapid  will, 

Remove  my  guilt  and  break  my  chain;, 
HYMN  '  XXXVI.      Long  Metre, 
An  agedfinner  awakened. 
i"^ X  THAT  hean  can  think  or  tongue  cantc'l 
V  V   How  much  expos'dmy  fouidoih  ilan<i 


B.  I.  H  Y  M  N  S.  29 

Condemn'd,  and  on  the  brink  of  hell, 
With  threat'ning  foes  on  ev'rv  hand. 

2  My  fleeting  hours  are  almoft  gone, 
And.foon  I  rauft  refign  rny  breath  ; 

The  way  admits  of  no  return  ; 

No  hopes  beyond  the  gates  of  death. 

3  If  once  the  cords  of  life  are  broke, 
And  I  without  a  Saviour  found. 

My  wretched  foul  mud  bear  the  ftroke 
Of  death  through  one  eternal  round,, 

4  How  can  I  reft  another  day, 
Condemn'd  in  this  unguarded  ftate  ! 

Good  Lord  appear,  appear  I  pray, 

And  fave  me  though  my  fins  are  great, 

5  Make  bare  thine  arm,  extend  thy  grace 
Before  death  flrikes  the  fatal  blow  ; 

And  let  me  fee  thy  fmiling  face, 
Or  I  {hail  fink  in  endlefs  woe. 

KYMN  XXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  /inner  convinced  of  his  blindnefs. 

jlT    ONG  have  I  trod  the  downward  road, 
■*  Ji  And  pray'd,  but  to  an  unknown  God3 
And  carelefs  wafted  every  breath, 
Condemn'd  to  everlafting, death. 

2    I   vainly  thought  that  all  was  well3 
-When  polling  down  the  road  to'hell  ; 
But  now  methinks  in  part  I  fee 
How  vile,  and  how  expos'd  I  be. 


So  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  I, 

3  Yet  tho'  fo  far  I've  rov'd  from  God, 
And  with  his  enemies  have  trod, 
Who  knows  but  he  may  yet  difplay 
His  love  and  take  my  guilt  away. 

4  His  love  is  great,  his  grace  is  free, 
Who  knows  but  it  may  reach  to  me  ? 

1  yet  may  fmg  of  joys  divine, 

And  tell  the  world  that  Chrift  is  mine. 

5  O  mould  I  ever  be  fo  bieft. 
To  find  that  everlaftin|r   reft 
I'd  leap  for  joy  and  God  adore, 
And  fear  the  rage  of  heil  no  more. 

HYMN  XXXVIII-     Long  Metre. 

For  Children, 

lT    OOK  down  O  God,  from  realms  above, 
L  j     And  bleis  me  with  redeeming  love  ; 
While  I  am  young,  O  let  me  know 
A  tafte  ofheav'n  while  here  below. 

2  I  know  that  I  am  born  to  die, 
O  may  I  now  to  Jefus  fly  ! 

Lord  (lamp  thine  image  on  my  heart,! 
Nor  from  thy  ways  let  me  defert. 

3  Fain  would  I  fpend  my  early  days 
To  walk  with  God  in  wifdom's  ways 
Led  by  the  Lord  where'er  I  rove 
To  tell  the  wonders  of  his  love. 

4  And  if  thou  doft  on  me  beftow, 
Long  life  and  flrength  while  here  below, 


B.  X.  HYMN  S.  31 

Still  let  thy  grace  infpire  my  tongue, 
And  praifes  be  my  dying  fong. 

5  Then  bring  me  ts  my  father's  home, 
With  all  thy  iaints.in  youthful  bloom  ; 
To  drink  thy  love  and  fing  thy  praife, 
Rejoicing  in  eternal  days. 

HYMN  XXXIX.     long  Metre. 
Againfi  drinking  and  profane /wearing. 
sTTJ  OLD  wretch  indeed  !  that  daies  prefurae 
JU  Againft  the  laws  of  God  and  man, 
Who  belches  out  blafphemous  fume, 
And  hurries  down  to  endlefs  pain. 

2  Where  will  fuch  guilty  wretches  flee, 
When  death  {hall  ftrike  the  fatal  blow  S 

JIow  will  they  bear  that  God  to  fee 

Whom  they  blafphem'd  and  would  not  know*, 

2  The  drunkard  now  fills  up  his  bowl, 
And  drinks  till  all  his  fenfe  is  drown'd  ; 

.But  little  thinks  his  precious  foul, 
Is  to  infernal  regions  bound. 

4  O  did  they  know  how  deep  they  wound,        , 
The  r  wretched  poor  immortal  fouls, 

Soon  would  they  leave  <h'  enchanted  ground, 
Their  carnal  mirth  and  jolly  bowls. 

5  Roufe  them,  ©  God,  to  feek  thy  face^ 
Now  while  there  is  a  who  can  tell, 

But  they  may  find  redeeming  grace, 
And  'fcape  the  endlefs  paint  of  hell* 
D 


3a  HYMNS.  B.  L 

HYMN  XL.     Short  Metre. 
ig~\  WHAT  a  load  of  fin, 

\»^r    Hangs  on  my  guilty  foul  ! 
In  darknefs  all  my  days  I've  been, 
And  fin'd  without  controul. 

2  And  now  my  fins  arife, 
To  drive  me  to  defpair  ; 

But  O  I  hear  that  Jefus  dies, 
And  there  is  pardon  there. 

3  Lord  Jefus  pardon  me, 
And  give  my  foul  thy  grace  ; 

Expel  thefe  clouds  and  fet  me  free, 
That  I  may  fee  thy  face. 

4  Give  me  immortal  light, 
And  fave  my  foul  from  hell  ; 

Or  banifh'd  to  eternal  night 
I  muft  forever  dwell. 

HYMN  XLI.     Long  Metre. 
On  death. 

1  QOON  I  muft  hear  the  folemn  call 

tk3      (Prepared  or  not)  to  yield  my  breath  $ 
And  this  poormortal  frame  muft  fall 
A  helplefs  prey  to  cruel  death. 

2  Then  look  mv  foul,  Look  forward  now, 
And  anchor  fafe  beyond  the  floo3  ; 

Bow  to  the  Saviour's  fcotftool,  bow, 
And  get  a  life  fecure  in  God. 

g  Before  thefe  fleeting  hours  are  gone, 
I'll  bid  this  mortal  world  adieu  ; 


fe.  I.  ft  Y  M  N  S.  33 

And  to  tfie  Lord  I'll  now  refign 
My  life,  my  breath,  and  fpirit  too. 

4  Then  welcome  death  with  all  its  force, 
No  more  I'll  fear  the  gaping  grave  ; 

Jefus  my  God,  my  laft  refourcej. 

Will  reach  his  arm  my  foul  to  fave# 

5  He  will  not  hide  his  fmiiing  face, 
Nor  leave  me  in  that  trying  hour  ; 

I'll  truft  my  foul  upon  his  grace, 

And  chearful  leave  this  mortal  fhofe* 

HYMN  XLII.     long  Mttri. 

The  groans  of  an  azoakened  fmntr. 
;    A      SINNER,   Lord,  condemn'd  to  die, 
jLJL   Would  to  thy  grace  for  refuge  fly  ; 
To  ihee  I  groan  with  trembling  breath, 
O   fave  me  from  eternal  death. 
t   My  foes,  my  fears,  and  fins  unite, 
To  chain  me  down  to  endlefs  night  ; 
But  O  !    1  cannot  think  to  dwell 
In  endlefs  darknefs,  death  and  hell  : 

$   Look  down,  O  God,  with  pow'r,  I  pray, 
And  drive  thofe  awful  fears  away  } 
O  vanquifh  this   infernal  crew, 
And  all  my  foul  by  grace  renew. 

4  Then  would  my  foul  delight  to.  tell 
What  goodnefs  doth  in  Jelus  dwell  ; 
Since  I  a  finner' found  thy  door, 
I'd  fiand  and  call  ten  thoufand  more. 


34  HYMNS,  B..  I, 

HYMN  XLIII.     Common. Mttre. 

The  fame. 
i  /*"\   LORD,  how  dang'rous  is  the  place 

\J      Where  my  poor  foul  doth  ftand, 
V/uhjall  my  fins,  without  thy  grace, 
And  death  on  either  hand  ! 

2.  Time,  like  a  torrent,  fwift  doth  hurl, 

And  Heals  ray  breath  away, 
And  drives  me  to  the  nether  world, 

Without  the  lead  delay. 

3  Soon  will  thefe  mortal  cords  be  broke, 
And   I  (hall  lofe  my  breath  ; 

Soon  muft  I  feel  the  fatal  ftroke 
Of  an  all  conq'ring   death. 

4  Then  would  it  tear  my  bleeding  heart, 
And  fill  me  with  defpair, 

If  Chrift  mould  bid  my  foul  depart, 
Where  hope  is  known  no  more. 

5  Extend,  extend  O  Lamb  of  God, 
Thy  bleiTed  arm  of  pow'r, 

Speak  to  my  foul  one  faving  word, 
In  this  diftrefting  hour. 

6  O  let  me  now  redemption  knowy 
And  tafte  immortal  love  ; 

And  let  me  with  the  people  go, 
To  the  bright  realms  above. 


B.  I.  HYMN  S.  35 

HYMN  XLIV.     Common  Metre. 
The  trembling Jinner, 
*/~\   HOW  I  fhudder  on  the  brink, 

V-/      And  groan  at  ev'ry  breath  j 
My  foul  each  hour  expos'd  to  fink, 
In  everlaffing  death, 

2  I  cannot  bear  to  take  my  flight, 
With  devils  down  to  hell, 

And  banifh'd  from  eternal    light, 
In  endlefs  night  to  dwell. 

3  O  fave  me  thou  indulgent  God, 
From  everlafting- pains  ; 

And  let  it  flill  be  known  abroad, 
A  god  of  goodnefs  reigns. 

4  Did  not  the  hleft  Redeemer  die 
Upon  the  curfed  tree  ; 

Then  why,  O  bleffed  Jefus,  why, 
Why  is  it  not  for  me. 

5  O  let  me  know  the  Saviour's  death, 
And  feel  his  rifing  pow'r  : 

When  fhall  I  feel  that  word  of  faith, 
And  fefc  the  happy  hour  ? 

6  Unvei!  my  heart,  thou  Lamb  of  God, 
To  fee  thy  grace  is  free  ; 

And  let  thy  precious,  precious  blood, 
Bring  life  divine  to  me. 

HYMN  XLV.     Common  Metre, 
For  a  funeral. 
1  Q  WIFT  has  th'  immortal  fpirit  fled, 
O  From  this  poor  fenfelefs  clay  ;        D  ■ 


30  HYMN  S.  B.  I, 

And  paft  the  portals  of  the  dead, 
To  endlefs  night  or  day. 

2  Ah  how  amazing  was  the  view, 
That  Hole  each  active  thought  ; 

If  to  angelic  realms  it  flew, 
Or  funk  to  endlefs  night  I 

3  Small  are  the  earth's  amufing  toys, 
Or  frowns  and  trials  now, 

If  {lie  had  reach/d  thofe  perfett  joys, 
Where  heav'nly  armies  glow. 

4  Or  if  to  awful  paths  of  death, 
She  has  herfelf  inclin'd  ; 

How  vain  thofe  grandeurs  of  the  earth, 
Or  joys  fhe  left  behind. 

5  Spare  us  O  God,  and  give  us  grace, 
From  that  black  gulph  to  flee  ; 

That  when  we  end  our  mortal  race, 
Our  fouls  may  reft  with  thee. 

HYMN  XLVI.     Long  Metre. 

A  Jinv.tr  convinced  of  a  hard  heart. 

l'TXTAS  e'er   a  wretch  fo  hard  as  I 

V  V      My  heart  will  neither  melt  nor  cry, 
I'm  griev'd  becaufe  no  more  diftrefs'd, 
And  wonder  I  fo  eafy  reft. 

2    My  ftubborn  will,  will  not  relent  ; 
Nor  my  obdurate  heart  repent  ; 
O  might  fome  pow'r  of  love  divine, 
E'tT  nielt  this  rocky  heart  of  mine  \ 


B.L  HYMNS.  37 

3  Come  mighty  God,  thefe  foes  fubdue, 
Form  my  benighted  foul  anew  ; 

O  let  me  tafte  the  joys  above, 
And  join  to  fmg  redeeming   love. 

4  Give  me  one  fpark  of  heav'nly  day, 
To  fcatter  all  thofe  clouds  away  ; 
Nor  fhall  I  ever  happy  be, 

Till  from  thefe  chains  I  am  fet  free, 

HYMN    XLVII.     Long  Metre. 

Mail's  miferabk  choice  and  condition, 

lTTTlGH  was  the  crime,  great  was  the  fallj 

.ATA      And  fatal  was  the  darling  blow, 
When  man  with  paradife  and  all, 
Plung'd  in  a  labarinth  of  woe. 

2  Deep  did  the  damning  poifon  feize, 
The  num'rous  throng  of  human  race  ; 

Beyond  all  help  for  their  difeafe, 
But  by  Jehovah's  arm  of  grace. 

3  And  when  redeeming  love  comes  down, 
By  the  incarnate  fon  of  God  ; 

How  many  difregard  the  crown, 

While  others  think  to  fpill  his  blood  ! 

4  Where  God  his  boundlefs  grace  has  fpread, 
Ten  thoufand  fouls  fink  deeper  ftiU  ; 

Beneath  the  curfe,  among  the  dead, 
Againft  the  Saviour's  love  and  will, 

£  While  life  is  bounding  in  'heir  ears, 
And  heav'nly  floods  fpread  all  around  ; 


3&"  -HYMN  S.  B.  I< 

They  turn  their  backs,  and  drown  their  fears, 
And  thus  of  choice  to  hell  they're  bound. 

6  How  many  finners  fit  and  hear, 
The  glorious  gofpel  trump  in  vaia  ; 

Sleeping  in  fin,  they  reft  fecure, 
Till  they  awake  in  endlefs  pain. 

1  Thoufands  and  tens  of  thoufands  more 

Pretend  to  love  the  gofpel  found, 
Who  hold  the  form  but  hate  the  pow'r  ; 

Defpife  the  crofs,  and  lofe  the  crown. 

8  And  thus  of  all  the  finking  race, 

O  fhocking  thought  !  there  is  but  few 
Who  e'er  obtain  that  work  of  grace 
That  forms  the  inmoft  foul  anew. 

9  O  pity  Lord,  thefe  heirs  of  death 
That  lay  condemn'd  to  endlefs  night  ; 

Breathe  O  immortal  fpirit  breathe 
And  make  them  children  of  the  light. 

HYMM    XLVIII.     Short  Metre. 
The  awakened  fmner  groaning  for  help* 

1  *T     HP  me  no  longer  go, 

t  1     O  God  without  thy  grace  ; 
h'ly  iou!  is  bound  with  guilt  and  woe 
Amon^j  the  vileft  race. 

2  Death  threatens  all  around, 
From  which  I  canno:  flee  : 

No  hjp,  no  help  O  God,  is  found, 
But  what  is  found  in  ihee. 


B,I.  H  Y  M  N  3.  33 

3  If  I  ne'er  tafte  thy  love, 
Nor  thy  falvation  know, 

In  anguifh  through  this  world  I  rove* 
Then  fink  in  endlefs  woe. 

4  My  life  itfclf,  O  God, 
Is  like  a  troubled  fea, 

Unlefs  I  tafte  immortal  food, 
For  there's  no  joys  but  thee* 

5  Lord,  lift  me  from  this  gulph 
Ofdarknefs  and  of  death, 

And  manifeft  thy  bleffed  feif 
Before  my  parting  breath. 

HYMN  XLIX.     Short  Metre, 

The  fame, 

i  T    ORD  I  begin  to  fee 
JL-J      How  dang'rous  is  my  cafe  % 

0  wh3t  a  wretched  foul  I  be, 
A  ft  ranger  to  thy  grace  ! 

%   My  fins  O  God,  are  greatr 
My  days  are  almoft  gone  ; 

1  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

Expos'd  to  endlefs  pain. 

3  Ten  thoufand  feas  invade, 
For  my  unguarded  foul  ; 

And  many  unfeen  fnares  are  laid 
And  rage  without  controul. 

4  O  pity,  mighty   Gody 
And  give  me  living  faith  ; 


46  HYMN  S.  E,  t 

And  waCh  me  in  the  Saviour's  bloodf, 
Before  I'm  loft  in  death. 

HYMN  L.     Particular  Metre. 

On  a  form  of  thunder  j  token   two  trees   were 
Jlruck  with  lightning  not  far  from  where  I  fat, 

1  O  EE,  fee  what  heavy  clouds  arile, 
\kJ  And  veiling  the  refulgent  fkies, 

They  fpread  a  midnight  fhade  ! 
Uke  angry  bulls  with  rapid  force 
Spread  o'er  the  hills  with  mutt'ring  voice, 

Doih  all  our  tents  invade. 

2  Impetuous  ftream's  their  floods   difperfe 
The  meads,  and  vaiiies  foon  immeile 

In  trie  o'erlpreading  flood  ; 
Tempeftuous  blafts  their  ftrength  engage, 
Augmenting  the  rapacious  rage 

Spread  awful  fcenes  abroad. 

3  Hark  !    hark  !    what  thunders  rend  the  &t. 
While  fheets  of  liquid  nitre  fly, 

And  burn  the  fulph'rous  air  I 
Beneath  me  {hakes    the  h>lid  ground, 
An  awful  beil'wing  all  around, 

While  clouds  in  BkmeS  appear. 

4  What  threat'ning  dangers  now  refqund, 
And  gaping*  graves  fpread  all  around, 

To  fieze  a  heiplefs  worm, 
What  fccnes  of  night,  and  arms  of  death, 
Purfues  me  now  at  ev'ry  breath 
Amidfl  ihU  fiery  ftorm  ! 


B.I.  HYMN  S.  4* 

5  A  blazing  bolt  now  rolls  with  ftrife, 
And  points  to  my  unguarded  life, 

From  which  I  cannot  flee  ; 
But  heav'n's  almighty  arm  of  care 
Now  bids  the  threatening  bolt  forbear, 

And  ftrike  fome  neighboxing  tree. 

£  The  rugged  elm  now  feels  the  ft  rake, 
A  ftately  trunk  in  fhivers  broke, 

While  I  fecurely  ftand  ; 
O  may  the  fceoe  effeftual  prove, 
To  fill  my  foul  with  thanks  and  love, 

To  Cod's  indulgent  Jband  ! 

HYMHyT  LI.     Common  Metre. 
A  (inner  groaning  for  the  knowledge  of  Chrift* 
*£~\   HELP  a  (inner,  Lord  I  pxay, 
%^J     Before  I  am  undone  ; 
My  unbelief  O  take  away, 

And  make  the  Saviour  known. 

2  I've  heard  thy  name,  but  do  not  knoy 
Thy  love,  nor  who  thou  art  ; 

O  let  me  live  no  longer  fo, 
But  enter  in  my  heart. 

3  O  {hall  1  ever  tafte  thy  love, 
And  know  that  thou  art  mine  ? 

Shall  I  e'er  find  this  mountain  move^ 
'And  ling  of  joys  divine  ? 

4  Millions  of  worlds  would  not  rejoice 
My  wounded  fpirit  fo, 

As  the  Redeemer's  heav'nly  voice 
To  fave  me  from  my  woe* 


42  M  Y  M  N  S.  B.  I. 

4  Then  would  I  tell  the  world  thy  name 

Long  as  I  drew  my  breath  ; 
And  thy  unbounded  grace  proclaim 

Till  life  expir'd  in  death, 

HYMN  LII.     Particular  Metre. 
The  conducl  of  mojl  Jailors. 

WHILE  faiiors  bleft  with  w  nd  and  tide 
Do  fafely  o'er  the  ocean  ride, 
Cfc earful  they  fpend  their  hours  in  mirth. 
But  when  the  raging  tempefls  blow, 
And  yawning  graves  invade  below, 
They  tremble  on  the  verge  of  death. 

2  Then  to  their  knees  the  wretches  Hy 
Toifeek  a  friend  ;   they  mourn  and  cry, 

Confefs  thei-r  fcns,  and  help  implore, 
And  while  diMreis'd  to  heaven  they  vow 
If  God  will  help  and  fave  them  now 

They'll  tread  their  finful  ways  no  more* 

g  But  when  he  ftills  the  foamingmain, 
And  calms  the  furious  winds  again, 

Soon  they  forget  the  vows  they  made  ; 
"  Come  on  they  fay.  ye  merry  fouls, 
**  We'll  drown  our  grief  zuith  jolly  bowls% 

M  Good  luck  has  all  our  fears  allay' d. 

4   O  poor  returns  for  grace  fo  great 
To  wretches  on  the  brink  of  fate! 

Good  Lord,  forgive  th'  unhappy  crew* 
O  may  they  now  by  grace  reform, 
Before  the  great  and  dreadful  (loroa 

Prove  their  eternal  overthrow. 


B.I>  HYMN  S.  43 

HYMN  LIII.     Common  Metre. 

An  awakened  Jinner  convinced  of  the  emptinejs  of 

all  his  earthly  joys. 
ir  I  *  OO  long  my  foul  has  fed  on  toys, 

JL       And  gafp'd  for  airy  good  ! 
Too  long  defpis'd  fubftartial  joys,      j 

And  ftole  the  ferpent's  food  ! 

%   And  now  I  know  not  where  to  go 

To  find  a  quick  relief; 
What  can  I  fay,  what  can  I  Jo, 

When  bound  with  unbelief? 

3  My  pride  is  flrong,   my  heart  is  hard. 
My  eyes  with  fins  are  blind  ; 

I  feel  myfelf  in  prifoji  barr'd  ; 

No  freedom  can  1  find.  % 

4  But  fince  thy  grace  is  boundlefs  fti!I3 
O  God  I  cannot  ceafe 

To  hope  in  thee  ;  for  'tis  thy  will 
To  give,  poor  finners  peace. 

5  O  Jefus,  touch  my  ftubborn  heart, 
With  love  andlife  divine  ; 

My  foul  from  all  my  idols  parr, 
Then  (hall  my  foul  be  thine. 

6  O-raife  me  from  this  grave  of  death, 
And  be  my  only  friend  ; 

Then  to  thy  name  111  fpend  my  brealb 
Till  time  with  me  fhall  end. 


AA  H  Y  M  N  S.  B»  1= 

HYMN  LI V.      Common  Metre. 
For  a  funeral, 
iTTOW  nappy  was  the  ftroke  of  death, 

JlJl   That  llruck  the  fatal  blow, 
Thai  feiz'd  the  poor  remains  of  breath 
And  bid  the  fpirit  go  ! 

2  How  a&ive  did  the  foul  awake 
Soon  as  it  left  the  clay  ; 

Enveiop'd  in  the  dufky  lake, 
Or  flretch'd  in  heav'nly  day, 

3  Ah  !  now  fte  foars  her  happy  round 
Within  the  blifsfi.l  fnore  ; 

Or  elfe  in  chains  of  darknefs   bound, 
Where  hope  is  known  no  more. 

4  Ah  foon,  ah  !    foon  we  muft  purfue 
That  foul  fo  lately  (led  ; 

And  foon  of  us  they  may  fay  too, 
Ahfuch  an  one  is  dead. 

5  Lord  God  awake  poor  finners  now, 
That  they  from  death  may  flee  ; 

That  when  death  ftnk-_s  the  fatal  blow 
They  may  awake  with  thee. 

HYMN  LV.     Short  Metre. 

The  firmer  feeling  fome  thing  of  his  fate, 

yC^\  WHAT  a  heart  have  i  •' 

\^r       How  Otibborn  is  my  wifl  J 
I  cannot  melt,  I  cannot  fly, 
Nor  dare  I  here  be  ijiJJ, 


,B,L  HYMNS.  45 

2  My  foul  is  bound  with  chains, 
The  gulph  of  ruin  nigh  ; 

I'm  threaten'd  with  eternal  pains, 
Yet  have  no  heart  to  fly. 

3  Good  Lord  look  down  I  pray, 
And  raife  me  from  the  dead  ; 

O  take  my  idols  allaway 
And  give  me  living  bread. 

4  O  might  the   moment  come 
When  I  might  tafte  his  love  ! 

Call  hlefTed  Lord  the  wand'rer  home, 
And  make  my  guilt  remove. 

HYMN  LVI.     Long  Metre, 
To  profane  /wearers. 

i"\7"OU  that  profane  your  maker's  name. 

JL       And  eurfe  and  fwear  without  conlrpu! 
O  think  in  time  what  guilt  and  {name 

You're  heaping  on  your  naked  foul. 

2  Why  will  you  fink  your  foul  fo  far, 

And  choofe  in  hell  your  wretched  doom  ; 
Why  will  yon  dwell   forever   where 
One  fpark  of  hope  can  never  come  ? 

3  Soon  will  you  plunge  in  endjefs  pain, 
And  groan  beneaLh  vour  load  of  ims  ; 

And  wifii  to  die  but  wifti  m  \'a»n  ; 
Your  torment  but  anew  begins. 

4  O  That  you  would  be  wi  fe  :o  day, 
And  rifk  your  wretched  fouls  no  niyre, 


46  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.I. 

Return  and  fly  withoit  delay  ; 

God's  goodncfs  hath  no  bound  nor  flior^. 

HYMN  LVII.       Common  Metre. 

Souls  defiring  to  know  their  /late  in  Chrijl9 
i  ^f~\    COULD  I  once  bat  really  know, 

\J   Tfee  blefled  Chrifl  was  mine  ! 
Or  could  1  now  leave  ail  below, 

And  all  to  God  refign  ! 

2  Ah  !  could  I.  Ting  of jcys  above, 
And  feed  on  angel's  food, 

Methinks  my  foul  would  never  rove 
For  all  created  good  ! 

3  O  Jefus  lend  thy  hand  to  me, 
And  enter  in  my  heart  ; 

And  bend  my  foul  fo  fa  ft  to  thee, 
That  I  may  never  part. 

4  Ten  thouf3nd  years  of  earthly  blifs, 
I  (hot-Id  efteem  but  fmall, 

If  Cbnft  was  mine  and  I  was  his, 
I^or  he    is  all  in  all. 

5  Redeem  my  foul,  O  God  from  woe, 
That  I  may  love  thy  name, 

And  fpread  (with  joys)  where'er  I  go, 
Thy  love  and  bleeding  fame. 


Sy. 


HYMN  LVII  I.     Common   Metre, 

A  reproof  of  the  open  profane, 
2   poor  unhappy    fouis  that  dare 
Blafpheme  againlt  the  heav'n*, 


B.I.  H  Y  M  N  S.  47 

Will  you  improve  to  ciwfe  and  fvvear, 
Breathe  for  repentance  giv'n  ? 

2  Why  will  you  give  your  tongues  the  reirt. 
To  fin  without  controul, 

And  in  eternal  death  and  pain, 
Plunge  an  immortal  foul. 

3  O  think  what  loads  of  guilt  and  wrath, 
You  now  are  heaping  up  ! 

And  what  eternal  pangs  of  death 
Is  in  your  bitter  cup. 

4  Why  will  you  make  fuch  fatal  chains. 
And  chcofe  the  road  to  hell  ?  . 

Why  will  you  choofe  in  endlefs  pains. 
With  wretched  fouls  to  dwell  ? 

5  O  turn  unhappy  mortals  turn, 
Forfake  your  ilipp'ry  way  ; 

No  longer  at  Jehovah  fpurn,- 
But  turn  without  delay. 

HYMN  LIX.     Common    Metre. 
The  firmer1 's  cry  token  much  azvakened, 
iHnO  thee,  to  thee  O  God  I  call 

-I-        In  this  diflrefiing  hour  ; 
A  beggar  at  thy  feet  I  fall, 

And  plead  the  Saviour's  pow'r. 

2  I  dare  not  plead  my   wcrthinefs, 

Or  that  my  hands  are  clean  ; 
But  the  Redeemer's  righteoufnefs,- 

Can  cleanfe  rny  foul  from  fin« 
E   2 


43  H  Y  M  N  S.  5.  I, 

3  Great  is  my  fin,  O  God  I  know  ; 
But  firtce  thy  love  is  great, 

Why  fhould  eternal  death  and  woe 
Be  my  unhappy  fate  ? 

4  O  help  me  with  redeeming  love  ; 
Djfplay  thy   grace  divine  ; 

My  guilt  and  darknefs,  Lord  remove, 
And  let  my  foul  be  ihine. 

HYMN  LX.     Long  Metre. 

The  fame. 
%  *  i  *  O  thee  O  God,  I  fain  would  cry, 

JL     And  to  thy  grace  for  refuge  fly  ; 
Beneath  my  load  of  guilt  I  groan  ; 
O  make  thy  boundlefs  mercy  known. 

2  My  heart  is  bound  with  chains  of  fin  ; 
O  what  a  guilty  wretch  I've  been  ! 
Lord  let  me  in  thy  gocdnefs  find 
Relief  for  my  difireifed    mind. 

3  Though  I  have  fin'd,  thou  <£nft  forgive  ; 
Though  I  am  dead,  Lord  make  me  live  ; 
Though  I  am  wounded,  heal  my  wound 
And  though  I'm  loft,  let  me  be  found. 

4  Then  will  I  fpread  thy  name  abroad, 
And  tell  the  gpodnefs  of  my  God  ; 
Sinners  may  come  and  lade  the  fame, 
And  join  to  praife  thy  worthy  name* 


B;  h  H  Y  M  N  S.  49 

HYMN  LXI.     Long  Metre. 

A  [inner  beginning  to  fee.  his  fins. 
i  T    OXG  have  I  drove  my  flefh  to  pleafe^ 

_jf.  a   And  flept  in- fin  and  carnal  eafe  ; 
"Wailing  mv  moments,  life  and  breath 
In  the  broad  road  to  endlefs  death, 

2  But  now  my  fins  begin  to  rife 
Like  guilty  mountains  to  the  fkies  ! 
And  all  I  fee  is  desth  and  woe  ; 

G  whither,  whither  fhail  I  go, 

3  They  fay  the  Saviour's  grace  is  free? 
And  l;ke  an   overflowing  fea, 
Therefore  I'll  rife  and  fleep  no  more3 
So  nigh  the  black  infernal  more. 

4  I'll  go  to  God  with  all  my  fhame. 
And  cart  myfelf  upon  the  Lamb  ; 
Who  knows  but  he  may  mercy  Oiow3  - 
And  fave  me  from  eternal  woe  ?" 

HYMN  LXII.     Short  Metre, 

The  fame. 

GOOD  Lord  what  thai!  I  do 
With  this  hard  heart  of  mine  ? 
Where  (hall  a  blinded  finner  go 
To  find  fome  help  divine  ? 

2   No  mortal  arm  can  give 

My  dying  foul  relief; 
Without  thy  grace  1  cannot  Hve^ 

Nor  find  a  moment's  peace* 


SO  H  Y  M'N  Se  3.  I, 

3  I  was  not  made  in  vain  ; 
Nor  can  I  bear  to  be 

Confign'd  to  everlafting   pain  ; 
Since  I  was  made  for  thee. 

4  I  (land  upon  the  brink 

And  know  not  where  to  fly  ; 
Lord  help  my  foul  before  I  fink  ; 
O  fave  or  elfe  I  die. 

5  Thy  grace  no  limits  knows, 
Nor  hath  thy  lo\w  a  bound  ; 

1  cannot  from  thy  footftool  go 

'Till    I   have  mercy  found. 

6  O  come  thou  blefTed  Lamb, 
Redeem  my  foul  from  hell  ; 

That   I  may  iearn  thy  glorious  name, 
And  in  thy  bofom  dwell. 

HYMN  LXIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  awakened  fmner  enquiring  after  Chrifi,. 

l^l  V~LL  a  poor  foul  that  I  may  £nd, 

JL     Where  is  the  faviour  of  mankind  ? 
And  let  me  fee  his  fmiling  face 
That  I  may  know  and  fing  his  gTace. 

2  Ye  foll'wers  of  the  heavenly  Lamb, 
Who're  bound  to  fpread  his  bleeding  fame/ 
O,  if  you  can  I  pray  you  tell 

Where  dolh  your  blefied  Jefus    dwell  ? 

3  O  let  me  know  that  T  my  flee; 

To  him,  and  your  bell  friend  may  fee  5 


B..  I.  HYMN  S>  5^ 

Nothing  caninake  my  foul  rejoice 
Until  I  hear  his  faving  voice. 

4  O  could  I  find  his  bleflfed  feet, 
There  would  I  choofe  a  humble  feat  ; 
There  would  I  choofe  to  fpend  my  days;,- 
Enjoy  his  love  and  fpread  his  praife. 

5  O  thou  that  pafleth  by  my  door, 
To  give  falvation-lc  the  poor, 
Since  thou  doft  Mailings  freely  give, 
O  fpeak  that  my  poor  foul  may  live0 

6  I  cannot  bear  to  let  thee  pafs, 
Without  a  portion  in  thy   grace  ; 
O  let  my  foul  no  longer  rove, 

A  fl ranger  to  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  LXIV-     Common  Metre, 

The  finnzi* s  lamentation. 

2  fT~\   WHAT  a  poor  benighted  mind, 

\^f      And  harden'd  heart  have  I  ] 
Where  fliail  I  go  foine  help  to  hnd  ? 
I  know  not  where  to  i:y. 

2  The  foil'vvers  of  the  Lamb  declare, 
They  once  in  chains  were  bound  ; 

But  now  in  facred  joys  they  fnare, 
For  Jefus   they    have  found. 

3  They  afk  my  foul  to  {hare  a  part, 
In  their  Redeemer's  love  ; 

But  O  this  hard,  this  wretched  heart, 
Will  not  believe  nor  move. 


52  H   Y  M  N  S.  B.  1. 

4  And  mull  I  wafte  my  moments  fo, 
Without   one  moment's  peace, 

Like  an.  abandon'd  vvand'rer  go, 
Till  praying  days  {hall  ceafe  ! 

5  Mu ft  I  ne'er  have  a  moment's  refl? 
Nor  fee  a  joyful  day  ? 

Or  will  the  Lord  e'er  make  me  bleft, 
And  take  my   fears  away  ? 

6  O  thou  whofe  grace  I've  long  refus'd? 
For  my  deliverance  come  ; 

O  let  that  goodnefs  long  abus'd, 
Yet  cali  (he  mourner  home. 

HYMN  LXV.      Long   Metre. 

The  finntr  groaning  after  Chrijl. 

JESUS  fnaill  eveV   be 

Redeem'd  from  death,  bound  up  in  the? 
Shaii  I  e'er  fee  thy    (mi  ling  face, 
And  feel  thy  love  and  ung  thy  grace  ? 

2  O  mig'nt  I  ever  fee  the  day, 

When  thefe  black  clouds  were  chas'd  away, 
And  I  fhould  feel  a  voice  divine 
But  tell  mc  ihat  the  Lord  was  mine  ; 

3  Thou  fjnner's  friend,  O  :    fpeak  the  woid, 
And  manifeft  thou  art  my  Lord  ; 

Give  me  one  tafle  of  facred  lovej 
Then  will  I  fing  of  joys  above. 

4  Lord  vvi;h  thy  children  let  me  be, 

;.n  bcundiefs  love  made  one  with  thee  3  • 


B.I.  H  Y  M  N  S.  s$ 

Withfireet  delight  I  lhould  adore 
My  God  where  fin  is  known  no  more, 

HYMN  LXVI.     Long  Metre. 
Ike  fame. 

1  T_TOW  long  lhall  I  in   darknefs  go, 

X  X  Through  {hades  of  death  &  florros  of  woe  I 
How  long  {hall  I  a  ftranger  be, 
Unto  myfeif,  O  God,  and  thee  ? 

2  I  feel  fo  bound  with  chains  of  death, 
I  mourn,  and  groan  at  ev'ry  breath  ; 
Can  neither  love,  nor  pray,  nor  praife. 
And  thus  I  wafte  my  fleeting  days. 

3  O  will  the  Saviour  ever  come. 
And  call  a  wretched  finner  home  ? 
Will-  he  e'er  take  thefe  clouds  away., 
And  turn  my  midnight,  into  day  ? 

4  I  long  the  happy  hour  to  fee, 
When  from  thefe  chains  I  (hall  be  free  % 
When  I  {hall  find    a  heav'nly  peace, 
And  all  roy  guilt  and  forrow  ceafe. 

HYMN  LXVII.     Common  Metre, 

The  diftrejfed  foul. 

>/~\   WHAT  a  heart,  a  heart  of  {lone, 
f\^J'    And  load  of  guilt  I  bear, 
Seeding  for  help  but  finding   none, 
And  bofd'ring  on  defpair. ! 

2  I  mourn  beneath  my  heavy  load, 
And  think  I  want  releafe  j   . 


54  K  Y  M  -N  S.  B.  h 

But  fomething  keeps  me  from  my  God, 
And  bars  my  foul  from  ueace. 

3~It's  hard  to  bear  tbefe  pangs  of  death. 

And  lug  thefe  heavy  chains  ; 
And  yet  for  want  of  afting  faith 

•My  burden  ■ftiii  remains. 

4  O  might  I  never,  never  reft 
l^nlefs  I  find  relief  ; 

Lord  pity  me  a  foul  diflreir, 
A.nd  cure  my  unbelief. 

5  O  take  me,  take  me  from  this  gulphj 
And  fet  The  pris'ner  free  ; 

Lord  give  rry  foul  ihy  beffed  feif, 
And  take  my  foul  to  thee. 

6  Methinks  ten   thoufand  ihanks  would  rife 
From  mv  poor  flamm'ring  tongue  ; 

And  when  ail  mortal  vigor  dies, 
Still  Chrift  would  be  my  fong. 

HYMN  LXV1II.     Common  Metre. 
The  danger  and  vanity  cf  the  world 
l    A    D1EU  vain  world,  with  all  your  gain, 
jM~\.      And  voar  amufmg  iovs  ; 
Inouidndi  have  plung'd  in  endlefs  pain 

For  your  deceitful  jovs. 
.2    Though  long  I'vehugg'd  your  dang'rous  mirth, 

Your  charms  I  now  difdain  ; 
Your  plead pg  fcenes  lead  down  to  death, 
And  ev'ry  joy's  a  chain. 


B.  I.  H  Y  M  N  S.  S5 

3  You  cannot  give  a  moment's  peace 
In  a  diftrefling  cay, 

O  might  your  ftrong  delufion  ceafe, 
And  fweep  no  mere  away  ! 

4  Divorce  my  heart  O  God  of  love, 
From  ail  thefe  earthly  charms  ; 

And  while  this  defart  world  I  rove^ 
Secure  me  in  thy  arms. 

5  My  mortal  life,  G  God  engage 
To  love  thee  as  ray  all  ; 

And  when  I  quit  this  mortal  ftage, 
My  foul  to  glory  call. 

HYMN    LXIX.    -Long  Metre. 

On  dzatii, 

iQOQN  fhali  I  feel  the  pangs  of  death 
.8k5   Rack  all  my  frame  and  flop  my  breath  ; 
Prepar'd  or  not  my  foul  mud  go 
And  bid  adieu  to  all  below. 

2  Think  G  my  foul,  where  mail  I  land, 
In  hell,  or  heav'n  at  Chrifi's  right  hand  ; 
Soon  (hall  I  fink  in  keen  defpair  ; 

Or  in  angelic  glories,  {hare. 

3  Fly  now -my  foul  while  time  doth  laH 
Into  the  ark,  the  glorious  Chrift  ; 
Then  welcome  dea^h,    he  can  but  come,  ] 
Aed  call  the  mourning  pilgrim  feome, 

F 


5&  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  I, 

HYMN  LXX.     Common    Metre. 

Determined  (and  encouraging  others  J  to  Jet  the 

luavenly  Jhore. 

1  A^IOME  ye  that  are  refolv'd  to  fee 
\^S     The  blefl  immortal  Qiore, 

Chnit  will  oar  firength  and  leader  be 
Till  ev'ry  florm  is  o'er. 

2  And  when  all  earthly  joys  (hall  ceafe* 
And  mortal  life  (hall  fail, 

In  oceans  of  eternal  peace 
Our  happy  foul  fliall  fail. 

3  O  hippy,  happy  realms  of  love, 
Where  we  with  God  {hall  be, 

And  all  the  glorious  fctnes  above 
Is  Chrifi  for  you  and  me. 

KYM\T  LXXI.     Particular  Metre, 
The  finner  fenjible  of  his  need  of  keljt, 
i  ^^\    I  aTT»  bound  with  iron  chains  ! 
\^f    How  can  I  endure  my  pains  ; 
Conicience  like  a  troubled  lea  ; 

1  a  ft  ranger  Lord  to  thee. 

2  Came  thou   finners  friend  I  pray, 
Come  and  rake  thefe  chains  away  ; 
Hills  of  guilt  O  God  remove, 

O  diffoive  my  heart  with  love. 

3  Since  thou  didfl  for  fmners  die, 
Save  a  wretch  fo  vile  as  I  : 
Warn  me  in  redeeming  blood  ; 

Be  my  Saviour  and  my  God. 


B.  I.  HYMNS.  ^7 

4  Let  me  not  in  darknefs  rove, 
Since  thou  art  all  light  and  love  ; 
Since  thy  boundlefs  grace  is  free, 
jLet  one  drop  extend  to  me. 

HYMN  LXXII.     Particular   Mtire. 
The  fame. 
•»"T1TTHAT.  a  wand'ring  wretch  am  I, 

V  V     Loft  but  knows  not  where  to  fly  • 
Yet  they  fay  that  grace  is  free 
Offer'd  by  the  Lord  to  me. 

2  O  it  is  my  rtubborn  will 
Bars  me  from  falvation  ft  ill  ! 
Jeftrs  help  me  to  believe, 
Grant  my  foul  a  guiek  reprieve, 

3  O  my  foul,  go  not  to  hell, 
Since  1  may  in  glory  dwell  ; 
Jefus  for  me  fpent  his  breath, 
Has  no  pleafure  in  my  death. 

4  Otber  fouls  his  love  have  felr, 
Wiii  it  not  my  hardnefs  melt  ? 
O  that  I  might  ever  know 
'Joys  that  chriftians  have  below  ! 

5  Lord  1  '\\  call  myfelf  on  thee, 
Give  thy  glorious  felf  to  me  ; 
Stay  no  longer  from  my  heart, 
Enter  in  and  never  part. 

HYMN  LXXIII.     Long  Metre, 
The  viifery  of  living  without  God  in  the  world. 
lT  TNHAPPY  fouls  that  never  knew, 
V-'      The  bleft  Redeemer  and  his  iove  ; 


$3  HYMNS.  B.  I, 

They  are  condemn'd  and  ftarving  too, 
Whate'er  they  do,  where'er  they  rove, 

2  This  mortal  world  with  all   its  joys 
Compar'd  with  food  and  joys  divine, 

Are  all  but  fhades  and  empty  toys, 
And  all  their  glories  foon  decline. 

3  But  Jefus  is  a  lafting  feaft, 
And  folid  joys  that  will  endure  : 

And  thofe  that  of  thefe  riches  tafte, 
Will  thirft  for  other  ftreams  k.o  more. 

HYMN  LXXIV-     Long  Metre. 
A  confejfion  of  living  without  X2od9^ 
l    A     GUILTY  iiarving  wretch  I  be, 
JT\,     Wafting  my  days  without  the  Lord  L 
Ko  happinefs  on  earih  1  fee, 
Nor  can  I  find  immortal  food. 

2^  Lord  point  me  to  the  living  way, 
And  let  me  tafle  of  joys  divine  ; 

And  let  my  foul  no  longer  ftray, 
To  feed  on  huiks  among  the  fwine. 

3  Too  long  with  finners  I  have  trod, 
And  yet  I  thought  that  all  was  well  ; 

Q  fave  me  now  almighty  God, 
Before  my  foul  awakes  in  hell. 

HYMM  LXXV.     Long  Metre. 

Not  willing  to  live   without  a  real   knowledge  of 

an  inierefi  in  Chrift. 
l  "T    ORD  how  unhappy  is  my  Hate, 
m   j     Not  knowing  if  in  thee  or  no  ! 


B.  h  HYMN  S.  59 

My  hopes  are  fmail,  my  fears  are  greaf, 
And  thus  I  wade  through  feas  of  woe, 

2  O  break-  my  hand  then  heav'nly  Lamb  j 
R.emove  my  fears  my  fins  forgive  ; 

^O  let  me  feel  t by  facred  name, 

And  know  that  thou  doft  in  me  live* 

3  I  long  to  find  thee  in  my  heart, 
And  feel  my  Joul  from  bondage  free  ; 

JO  might  I  live    (and  never  part) 

With  thee,  O  bleffed  God,  with  thee  1 

HYMN  LXXVI.     Common  Metre, 


'N° 


No  happinefs  without  CJiriJt. 
peace  O  Jefus  !  but  in  thec3 


Then  O  how  wretched  muO.I  be4 
•If  I  no  Saviour  find  ! 

2  Millions  of  years  of  earthly  b!ifs? 
Is  but  an  empty  toy  ; 

And  all  created  good  will  ceale, 
To  give  one  .drop  of  joy. 

3  But  O  I  hear  that  in  the  Lord 
Is  all  my  foul  doth  need  : 

Lord  let  me  tafte  that  living  food, 
And  from  my  chains  he  freed  =, 

4  Give  me  that  life,  or  I  mud  be 
In  everlalling  pain  ; 

But  if  I  am  brought  home  to  thee# 
in  glory  Lihali  reign. 
F  % 


Co  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  I. 

HYMN  LXXVII.     Short  Mtire. 
De  firing  the  fpirit   of  God  to  rtdura  from  death* 
ar  I AHY  fpirit  Lord,  alone, 

JL        Can  my  poor  foul  releafc  ; 
O  make  thy  boLindlefs  goodnefs  known, 

And  give  my  confeience  peace. 

2  Come  heavily  dove,  Ipray, 
And  melt  my  harden'd  heart  ; 

O  break  rhefe  fatal   bars  away,. 
And  bid  my  fears  depart. 

3  O  might  thy  healing  pov/'r 
Once  give  me  life  divine  ; 

Lord  haflen  on  the  happy  hour, 
When  I  (hall  know  thee  mine. 

3  Then  in  thy  bonndiefs  grace 

I  would  forget  my  pains  ; 
And  while  I  run  the  chriftian  race 

Would  joi-n  the  heav'nly  flriin. 

HYMN  LXXVIH.     Short  Metre. 

The  pita  fin  y  thought  of  being   once   among   the 

fins  of  God. 
i/"\    CAN   if  ever  be 

\J      That  I  (haiJ  be  fo  bleft, 

To  Hud  myfeif  from  bondage  free. 

And  With  God's  people  reft  V. 

2   Chrift  is  the  joy  of  heav'n, 

And  life  of  faints  on  earth  ; 
Lord  bv.ee  this  life  is  freely  giv'n, 

-Redeem  my  foul  from  death,  A 


B'.t.  H  Y  M-  N"Sa.  61 

3   I  feci  myfelf  in  fchains, 

But  groaning  to  be  free  j 
Yet  none  can  e'er  remove  my  pains, 

Almighty  God.  but  thee. 
HYMN  LXXIX.     Particular  Metre. 
The  groans  and  confejion  of  a  conviEttd  Jinnert, 

1  A     WAKE  my  foul,  gaze  and  wonder, 
XjL     That  the  Lord  fo  long  doth  wait, 

To  redeem  my  foul  from  under 

Countiefs  fins  enormous  weight  ; 
Jefus  calls  me,  Jefus  calls  me,  Jefus  calls  me, 

Yet  to  $y  to  mercy's  gate. 

2  But  thou  know%  almighty  Saviour, 
I'm  fo  blind  I  cannot  fee  ; 

Unbelief  flili  flights  thy  favor, 

When  thy  grace  is  offer'd  free  ; 
O  relieve- me,  O  relieve  me,  O  relieve  me,,- 

From  this  death  and  mifery. 

3  I  begin  to  fee  my  danger, 

Tei!  me,  Lord,  what  (hail  I  do  ; 
To  thy  love  I  am  a  Granger, 

Whither,  whither  fhali  I  go  ? 
O  redeem  me,  O  redeem  me,  O  redeem  nre3 

Save  my  foul  from  end iefs  woe.. 

4  I  have  long  thy  gofpel  flighted, 
And  rejected  all  thy  pow'r  ; 

When  thy  love  my  fo.ji  invited, 

Unbelief  hath  bard  the  door  y 
Jefus  help  me,  Jefus  h^lp  me,  jefus  Kelp  BKf 

In  this  moil  diHreffing  hour. 


6a  H  Y  M  N  5,  E.   h 

HYMN  LXXX.     Long  Man, 

Thir fiing  after  a  knowledge  of  Chrijl. 

iTTT  THEN  (hall  1  know   my  foul  doth  ftand 

V  V      Secure  in  the  Redeemer's  hand  ? 
When  {hall  I  tifte  of  Joys   divine, 
t%     And  know  the  Lamb  of  Cod  is  mine  ! 

2  *My  fleeting  hours  without  delay 
Are  herling  my  poor  fou!  away  ; 
My  irtind  is  dark,   my  fins  are  great.; 
O  wretched,  wretched  is  my  ftate  I 

3  Have  p^Ly,  O  !    almighty  God, 
And  fpeak  but  one  confirming  word  ; 
O  !    let  me  know,  and  let  me  fee 
My  life  is  his  with  ChriH  in  thee. 

HYMN  LXXXI.     Short  Metn. 

Thijlnner  groaning  to  God  for  help* 

i/~\   V.  HEN  will  Jefus  come, 

\^/      And  my  poor  foul  relieve  ? 

When  (ball   I  find  that  heav'nly  home, 

And  make  his  name  my  theme  ? 

2  I  muft  away  to  God, 

And  plead  his   boundlefs  grace  ; 
O  I    let  me  leare  the  finners  road, 
And  run  the  cbriftian  race, 

3  O  I  could  I  find  the  way, 
I'd  dweli  where  Jefus  is  ; 

I'd  fear  to  everlaOing  day. 
And  drink  immortal  blifs* 


B.  I.  H  Y  M  N  S.  63 

HYMN  LXXXII.     Short  Metre. 
tT  TpOW  long,  Lord,  niuft  I  wade 

jL  JL     Through  thefe  dark  fcenes  of  woe  ? 
O  !   be  my  Saviour,  and  my  aid, 
Let  me  thy  goodnefs  know. 

2  Thy  bleeding  band  alone 
Can  give  my  fpirit  peace  ; 

O  take  and  keep  me  near  thy  throne, 
Till  mortal  life  {ball  ceafe. 

3  Then  on  the  verge  of  death, 
When  I  mull  take  my  flight, 

To  thee  I'd  yield  my  gafping  breath, 
And  leave  thefe  {hades  of  night. 

4  Then  mourning  hours  {hall  ceafe, 
And  ftorms  of  death  be  o'er, 

And  I  fiiall  find  a  lafting  peace,. 
On  the  immortal  more. 

HYMN  LXXXIIT.  Commtn  Metru\ 

The  vanity  of  the  world. 
:"\T^  longer  will  I  feek  for  Joys, 
X^l       Among  the  fcenes  of  time, 
Your  higheft  fumtnit  are  but  toys  ; 
There's  nothing  here  fubiime. 

2  In  all  my  friends,  though  near  and  deafj 
J>Jo  comfort  can  I  fifctf  ; 

Nor  all  the  kingdoms  far  and  near, 
Can  fill  my  hungry  mind. 

3  O  let  me  then  away  to  God, 

Tis  he  alone  can  feed,  ' 


^4 


HYMNS. 


b.i, 


My  ftarvirrg  foul  with  heav'nly  food, 
And  that  is  all  I  need. 

4  Lord  Jefus  be  my  friend  and  joy, 

And  life,  v;here'er  I  be  ; 
Ten  thoufand  worlds  I'd  count  a  toy, 

If  I  could  live  with  thee. 

£  Ah  !  could  I  climb  for  folid  blifs, 

I'd  reach  the  courts  above  ; 
To  dwell  in  light  where  Jefus  is, 

And  folace  in  his  love. 

HYMN  LXXXIV.     Common  Metre, 

A  reproof  to  the  carnal. 
x    A  WAKE,  arife,  ye  carnal  fouls, 
Jl\.      No  longer  wafte  your  breath 
In  carnal  joys,  and  fenfuai  bowls, 
So  near  eternal  death. 

2.  Ye  little  think  thofe  hours  you  fpend 

In  laughter  and  in  mirth, 
Will  bring  all  pleafures  to  an  end, 

And  clofe  in  endlefs  death. 

3  Then  he  that  made  you  will  deleft, 
Your  nature  and  your  name  ; 

Who  might  have  been  forever  ble.ff, 
With  heav'fls  immortal  fame. 

4  O  turn  ye  poor  deluded  men, 
And  feek  for  joys  above  ; 

Why  will  you  chpofe  eternal  pain, 
Before  eternal   love  ? 


B,  I.  H  Y  M  N  S.  63 

HYMN    LXXXV.     Common  Metre. 
The  groans   of  an  awakened  (inner. 
l"%  TILE  wretch  I  am,  where  fr.all  I  flee, 

V        To  hide  my  guilty  bead  ; 
My  fins  I  fee!  and  here  I  be 
In  regions  of  the  dead; 

2  O  Jefus  hear  the  rebel  cry, 
And  fpeak  one  word  of  peace  ; 

To  thee  with  all  my  fins  I  fly, 
And  plead  thy  boundlefs  grace* 

3  I  come  before  thy  mercy  feat. 
My  guile  with  (hame  confefs  ; 

O  help  a  beggar  at  thy    feet, 
Thou  fon  of  nghteoufneis. 

4  There's  none  hut  Jefus  can  reprieve, 
With  his  almighty   pow'r  ; 

O  help  me,  help  me,  to  believe, 
In  tin's  diftreffing  hour, 

HYMN  LXXXVI.     long  Metre. 
On  death. 
HILE  the  fwift  wings   of  time  doth  fly 


'WHl 


Loufe  up  my  foul,  rtretchev'ry  tho'f, 
This  world  with  all  its  joys  muft  die, 
And  every  mortal  fcene  be  fnort. 

2   Soon  mud  I  leave  this  houfe  of  flay, 

And  instantaneous  take  my  flight 
To  the  bright  realms  of  endlefs  day, 

Or  dowa  to  everlauing  night. 


66  H  Y  M  N  S.  B,  \t 

3  O  for  a  blefied  Saviour  nigh, 
To  help  in  that  important  hour, 

To  waft  my   foul  above  the  fky, 
By  his  almighty  arm  of  pow'r  ! 

4  But  if  no  (Thrift  how  dark  the  day, 

When  fhudd'ring  o'er'th'  important  brink  {J 
Helplefs  and  guilty  hnrl'd  away 
In  everlafling  pains  to  fink. 

5  Lord  help  me  now  to  take  my  flight 
From  darknefs  and  the  charms  below  ; 

0  feal  my  life  in  realms  of  light, 
Before  death  ftrikes  the  fatal  blow. 

6  Then  welcome  death  to  call  me  home, 
To  heav'niy  jox's  with  God  my  friend  ; 

Where  ftorms  and  fins  can  never  come, 
And  all  my -fears  fti all  have  an  end. 
HYMN  LXXXVII.     Long  Metre, 
An  awakened  firmer. 

1  f~\    FOR  fome  hand  that  can  relieve, 
~\J      A  foul  from  everlafling  pains  I J 

O    could  I  but  in  Chrift  believe, 

To  loofe  me  from  thefe  heavy  chains. 

2  But  O  thefe  bars  they  chain  me  down, 
While  guilt  torments  my   wounded  brcaft  ; 

Ten  thoufand  foes  befet  me  round, 
And  I  without  one  moment's  reft. 

3  Thus  bound  with  unbelief  I  go, 
JuH  on  the  brink  of  endlefs  death  ; 

Without-a   friend  and  do  not  know 
But  I  muft  fink  at  the  next  breafk 


B.I.  H  Y  M  N-  Sa  67 

4  I  pray,  I  cry,  but's  all  in  vain, 
No  help  nor  refuge  can  I  find  ; 
There's  nothing  doth  remove  my  pain? 
Nor  eafe  my  poor  diftreiTed  mind. 

5  O  Jefus  give  my  foal  relief, 
And  bid  the  rage  cf  hell  to  ceafe  ; 
Remove  thefe  bars  of  unbelief, 

And  give  my  guilty  conference  peace* 

6  O  mi^ht  I  once  rejoice  in  thee, 
As  my  chief  good,  my  only  friend, 
How -b left  in  lime  my  foul  would  be  ! 
And  bleft  when  mortal  days  (hall  end. 

HYMN  LXXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  Same. 
'i"j"    ORD  what  a  wretched  foul  I  am, 

R  ^      Without  a  knowledge  of  thy  grace  I 
A  itranger  to  :he  bieedisg  lamb, 
And  watd'ring  in  a  wildernefs. 

2   Loaded  with  guilt  "*  n#urning  go, 
Trembling  with  fear  a'"  ev'ry  breath 
O  God  redeem  my  fdul  fiom  woe( 
Before  I  clofe  my  e<j  es  in  death. 

g  O  touch  my  heart  with  love  divine, 
Subdue  my 'heart,  ai>d  turn  my  will  ; 
That  I  may  find  falvation  mine, 
And  Soar  away  to  Sion's  hill. 

4  Let  me  once  fee  the  happy  hour, 
When-  thefe  ilron^  bars  of  death  faail  qjoycF 
G 


86  H  r  M  N  S.  B.  I, 

I  will  rejoice,  and  fmg  thy  pow'r, 
And  tell  the  wonders  o\c  thy  love. 

HYMN  LXXX1X.     Common  Metre, 
On  man's  jirj?  rebellion. 
il^TO  more  we'll  talk  cf  Adam's  Cn# 

Jl\|       Imputed  to  his  foil's, 
Since  all  the  num'rous  race  have  beet* 
Once  aftive  in  his  loins, 

2  Once  they  werG  all  in  Eden  £oo9 
To  ftand  or  fall  of  choice  ; 

And  all  that  Adam  did  or  knew 
Was  all  his  children's  voice* 

3  Freely  they  a£ted  ail  as  one. 
And  ilruck  the  fa lal  blow  ; 

What  Adam  did  they  all  ha\ve  dofi£, 
Thus  all  were  piung'd  in  yoe. 

/».   One  man  in  a?;or  was  not  made, 

For  uncreated  men  : 
But  breath  of  live«  in  him  wars  laid 

The  countiefs  miliions*fn. 

5    O  God  forgive  th*  unhappy  crew  ; 

Repair  the  fa^ai  ffroke  ; 
The  fecond  Ada-r.  can  renew. 
What  the  Mr  ft  Adam  broke. 

HYM.V   XC.     eomiaki  Metr?. 
The  azo ahened  fmn-ir, 
i  jf~\  WHAT  a  poor  u.;happy    foul, 

\^      Bene3ih  a  gloomy  veiJ  ! 
My  guilt  like  Horms  of  fury  roll* 
And  ail  my  pleafures  hil.' 


£.  i.  H  Y  M  ft  s.  69 

2.  I  feel  ray  foul  bound  down  wAth  chains^ 
And  bars  of  unbelief  ; 

1  mourn  in  darknefs  and  in  pains, 

But  cannot  find  relief. 

3  Long  have  I  fought  a  better  frame 

To  fit  my  foul  for  God,  n^v 

But  ftili  as  dark  and  vile  I  am, 
And  nothing  moves  my  load. 

4  O  could  I  now  with  all  my  guilt, 
But  venture,  Lord,  on  thee, 

Soon  would  that  biood  for  finners  fpilt, 
Redeem,  and  fet  me  free. 

HYMN  XCI.     Long  Metre, 
Theftnner  groaning  for  help. 
i{~\  WHAT  a  load  of  guilt  I  feel  I 

\^ /      Jail  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell  J 
Who  can  relieve  from  this  diftrefs, 
And  bring  me  from  this  wildernefs  ? 

2  Created  arms  are  ail  in  vain 
A  dying  firmer  to  regain  ; 
Mountains  refufe  to  hide  my  woe 
While  endiefs  ruin  yawns  below. 

3  O  mighty  God,  extend  thy  pow'r, 
To  help  in  this  diftrefiing  hour  ; 
My  ftorms  of  grief  can  never  end, 
Until  I  know  thou  art  my  friend. 

4  Jefus  I5d  come  With  all  my  guilt, 

To  the  rich  ftreams  which  rhou  haft  fpilt  ; 
Help  me  to  venture  on  thy  name, 
That  I  may  know  and  love  the  Lamb* 


-o  71  Y  M  N  S.  B.  I, 

5   Ogive  me  fight  that  I  may  fee 

A  friend  at  band,  whofe  grace  is  free  ; 

0  !    that  I  did  this  Jefus  know, 
To  fave  ine  from  eternal  woe  ? 

HYMN  XCII.     Long  Metre. 

Th>  [inner  convinced  of  his  blindnefs* 

1  T?  REELY  I  hear  the  Son  of  God, 

JL?       For  wretched  tinners  fpilt  his  blood  ; 
But  I  no  Chrift  can  feel  or  fee, 
for  other  finners  or  for  me. 

2  In  midnight  darknefs  here  I  dwell, 
While  other  fouls  of  glory  teii  ;  * 
They  fay  they  feaft  on  joys  above, 
But  I'm  a  Granger  to  their  love. 

3  O  could  I  think  it  ne'er  would  be, 
When  I  fuch  myfteries  mould  fee  ; 
Methinks  it  would  expel  my  fear, 
And  dry  my  eyes  from  ev'ry  tear. 

£ND  .OF    THE    FIRST    BOOK, 


HYMNS, 

AND 

SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

BOOK     II. 

Chiefly  confijling  of  goffcl   invitations^    and    & 

free  falvation. 

HYMN   I.       F articular  Metre, 

A  free  falvation  by  the  death  of  Ckrijl^, 
i  Tk7"E  Tons  of  Adam  lift  your  eyes, 

JL    Behold  how  free  the  Saviour  dies, 

lo  fave  your  fouls  from  hell  ! 
There's  your  creator  and  your  friend  ; 
Believe  and  foon  your  fears  (hall  end, 

And  you  in  glory  dwell. 

2  Doubt  not  his  word  his  grace  is  freQ  ; 
Believe  he  died  and  calls  for  ye, 

And  your  poor  fouls  fhali  live  : 
Can  free  falvation  be  deny'd, 
When  in  his  dying  groans  he  cry'd 

li  Father  their  fins  forgive." 

3  Believe  and  feel  his  boundlefs  love  ; 
It  foon  will  bear  your  fouls  above, 

To  peaceful  realms  on  high  ; 
He  fwears  as  certain  as  he  lives, 
His  hand  a  free  falvation  gives 

Why  firmer  will  ye  die  ? 
G  2 


7^  -H  Y  M  N  S.  B.II* 

4   Will  you  defpife  the  vaft  renown, 
And  choofe  defpair  before  a  crown  ? 

O  have  eternal  joy  ! 
Receive  a  kingdom  in  your  heart, 
Of  life  and  joy,  that  ne'er  will  part  ! 

Nor  earth  or  hell  deftroy. 

HYMN  II.      Particular  Metre. 
Acknowledging  the  goednefi  of  God  in  ajreefaU 

vatidn. 
iTMMORTAL  honors  to  the  King, 
JL    Who  did  a  free  falvation  bring  ; 

Let  the  whole  world  receive  his  grace, 
Immortal  crowns  are  freely  giv'n  ; 
The  joy-3  of  heav'n,  the  joys   of  heav'n, 

Are  frze  for  all  the  fallen  race, 

2  Let  all  the  world  falvation  know, 
E-ternal  bleffings  freely  flow, 

From  the  Redeemer's  dying  love, 
Freely  he  bore  the  finner's  weight, 
His  love  fo  crreat,  his  love  fo  areat, 

To  brin<x  us  -to  the  realms  above, 

o 

3  Ail  glory  to  his  name  be  giv'n, 
By  nil  on  eanh  and  all  in  heav'n, 

To  the  eternal  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Let  anthems  through  the  realms  above, 
Re  found  his  love,  refound  his  love, 
In  ftrains  divine  ihdt  never  ceafe  ! 

HYMN  HI.     Common  Metre. 
Wkzn  met  for  zvorjkip. 
i/"X    MIGHT  our  fouls  this  day  enjoy 
%^jr      The  prcfenci  or- the- Lord  1 


B.II.  H  Y  M  N  S.  73 

Then  would  it  be  our  fweet  employ 
To  fpread  his  grace  abroad, 

2  Lord  Jefus  let  u-s  find  thee  near, 
And  hear  thy  charrfling  voice  ; 

Let  the  immortal  Dove  appear, 
And  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3  O  may  the  gofpel  feaft  be  fpread 
This  day  for  ev'ry  foul  ; 

Come  heal  the  fick  ;  come  raife  the  dead? 
And  make  the  wounded  whole. 

4  O  come  thou  heav'nly  (hepherd,  come. 
To  this  fmall  flock  of  thine, 

And  call  the  wand'ring  people  home, 
To  drink  of  ftreams  divine. 

5  Expel  the  (hades,  O  God,  we  pray. 
From  ev'ry  weary  mind  ; 

And  a  fmall  glimpfe  of  heav'nly  day, 
Let  ev'ry  mournerjind. 


o 


HYMN  IV.     Common  Metre, 

The  fame. 
COME   ihou  Lamb  of  God,  we  pray, 


And  meet  us  with  thy  grace  ; 
Take  all  thefe  clouds  of  death  away, 
And  let  us  fee  thy  face. 

2   VvTithout  thy  .light  we  cannot  fee 

The  wonders  of  thy. love  ; 

;0  fst  us  from   cur  forrows  free, 

^.And  bear  our  minds  above* 


74  H  Y   M  N  S.  g.  H 

3  Thy  fpirit  with  its  healing  fiamc, 
Can   all  our  woes  deftroy, 

And  the  fweet  wonders  of  thy  name 
Fill  ev'ry  heart  with  joy. 

4  Melt  ev'ry  heart,  Ioofe  ev'ry  tongue, 
By  thy  redeeming  grace, 

And  ev'ry  to-ngue  {hall  raife  a  fong 
To  thine  eternal  praife. 

HYMN  V.      Common   Metre. 

BAfocieiy  rejoicing  in  the  paver  of  God. 
LEST  be  the   name  that's  poured  forth 
As  ointment  to  our  wounds  \ 
This  day  the  Lord  defcend's  to  earth,' 
And  ev'ry  foe  confounds. 

2  We've  found  it  happy  to  attend 
The  worfnip  of  our  God  ; 

He  like  a  father  and* a  friend, 
Has  fed  us  with  his  word. 

3  Our  fouls  have  known  the  joyful  found 
And  feen  the  Saviour's  face  ; 

And  every  hungry  heart  has  found 
The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

4  Jefus  remembers  al!  his  faint's 
And  feeds  i hem  with  his   word  : 

He  knows  their  farrows  and  complaints 
And  will   relief  afford. 

5  His  bowels  with  companion  yearns, 
O'er  ev'ry  mourning  foul  ; 

And  when  the  trembling  loul  ret  afrit, 

He  makes  the   wounded  whole. 


JE5.  XL  HYMNS.  75 

HYMN    VI.     Long  Metre. 
The  go/pel  call. 
a^~\  TURN  ye  prifoners  of  hope, 
%^Jr      That  feel  the  weight  of  unbelief, 
Lo  the  ftrong  hold  can  bear  you  up, 
And  give  your  captive  fouls  relief. 

2  He  came  in  love  to  help  the  poor, 

And  pities  finners  in  diftrefs  ; 
He  opens  wide  the   prifon  door, 

By  his  incarnate  nghteoufnefs. 
2  The  jubilee  trumpet  now  doth  found? 

Goev'ry  foul  from  bondage  free  ; 
Believe  what  other  fouls  have  found, 

Is  offer'd  now  poor  foul  to  thee. 

4   Down  to  your  door  the  Saviour  came. 

And  freely  doth  his  pity  move  ! 
Eternal  goodnefs  is  his  name^ 

His  nature  is  unbounded  love, 

HYMN  VII.     Common  Metre, 
A  call  to  the  carelefs. 
l^T'X  THY   will  ye  die,  O  wretched  man, 

V  V        And  choofe  the  way  to  hell  ? 
Jehovah  offers  you  a  crown, 

And  you  with  him  may  dwell. 

2  Turn,  torn  unhappy  fouls  return,   j 
Accept  eternal  peace, 

Why  will  you  at  the  Saviour  fpurn, 
Who  offers  you  his  graee  ? 

3  Whv  will  you  hug  your  cruel  chains^ 
And. load  your  fouls  with  guilt  ; 


•  ?6  HYMNS,  B.II. 

Jefus  has  come  to  bear  your  pains, 
For  vou  his  blood  was  fpilu 

4  Will  you  reje£l  eternal  joy, 

And  love  divine  defpife  ; 
Or  why  will  ye  youcfelves  defiroy, 

W'hen  Jefus  for  you  dies  ? 

HYMN  VIII.     Particular  Metre. 
For  the  fpreading  of  the  go/pel. 
*Tj  ISE  O  thou  bright  and  morning  ftar, 
JlV  And  fpread  thy  kingdom  near  and  far, 
That  nations  may  thy  name  adore  ; 
Let  millions  of  the  faiien  race, 
From  heathen  lands  thy  love  embrace", 
To  found  thy  fame  foreverraore. 

2  O  may  the  conquefts  of  thy  word, 
Caii  kings  and  nations  round  thy  boaro*t 

To  feel  and  praife  thy  lovely  name  I 
Let  ev'ry  mortal  own.  their  king, 
Thy  goodnefs  tafte  and  join  to  fing  ; 

All  -'worthy,   worthy  is  the  lamb. 

3  Roll  on,  O  God  the  happy  hour, 
When  all  that  will  fhall  feel  thy  pow'r, 

And  know  thy  freedom  to  redeem  ; 
We  long  to  fee  whole  nations  throng, 
And  ev'ry  land  and  ev'ry  tongue, 

Make  thine  eternal  love  their  theme. 
HYMN   IX.      Particular   Metre 
The  go/pel  trumfct . 
l    A   LL  hail  !  ail  hail  !    methinks  a  fear 
Xa  The  gofpel  found  rhe  jubilee  year  3 


S.  II,  H  Y  M  N  S.  iy 

Behold  tj.e  great  MefTiah's  come  ; 
He  comes  v/iih  pity  in  his  eyes, 
And  bows  j*nd  groans  and  bleeds,  and  dies, 

To  briney  poor  wand'ring  finners  home, 

o.   Roufe  ai!  ye  carelefs  fouls  attend 
The  call  of  your  eternal  friend  ; 

Kis  bleeding  bands  are  ftretch'd  for  you  £ 
He'il  wafli  you  in  his  precious  blood, 
And  bring  jour  wretched  fouls  to  God, 

Heal  ail  your  wounds  and  love  you  too, 

3  Now  is  th"  tine  the  prince  of  peace, 
From  chains  and  darhncfs  gives  releafe, 

And  fets  .the  guilty  pris'ner  free  ; 
O  finners  hear  the  favionr's  voice, 
Rejoice  ye  rE.ourm.ng  fouls  rejoice, 

Come  and  Relieve  he  died   for  ye. 

4  O  thinh  he  jdied  that  you  may  iive# 
His  lib'ral  hand  free  pardons  gi*e, 

To  ev'ry  poor  returning  foul  ; 
Sinners  awake,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
Fly  to  the  bleft  Redeemer,  fly, 

Before  your  moments  ceate  to  roll. 
HYMN  .X.      Common    Marti 
An  invitation  to  the  .iojpdfeaJlc 
3  gf   TURN  ye  dying  fons  of  men,, 

%^/      And  bid  your  fear-;  adieu  ; 
T\?.   jamb  of  God  endures  your  pain, 
A<\^  bleeds  and  dies  for  you. 

*  ToJaV  he  fprsads  the  gofpd  feafl, 
For  e#r  [ff  fcuugW  foul  ; 


7S  HYMNS.  B,  II, 

O  come  and  welcome,  come  and  fafle, 
Its  free  without  controui, 

3  He'll  feed  you  with  immortal  bread 
And  give  you  living  wine  ; 

Come  ev'ry  foul  who  would  be  fed? 
The  banquet  (hall  be  thine. 

4  His  bowels  with  compafiion  yearns  ; 
And  bids  your  foul  rejoice  ; 

O  come  ye  welcome  fouis  return, 
Ar.d  make  a  glorious  choice* 

5  O  come  enjoy  eternal  blifs, 
And  with  this  Jefus  reign  ; 

Say  wretched  (inner  will  not  this 
Be  glory,  and  your  gain  ? 

HYMN  XI.     Common  Man. 

Met  for  zoorjkip. 
fT  TERE  in  the  presence,   of 

Jl!      We've  met  to  feek  thy  face  ; 
iC  let  us  feel  th'  eternal  word, 
And  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 

2  O  may  this  be  a  happy  hour 

To  ev'ry  mourning   foul  ; 
IDifplzy  thy  love  mak£  known  thy  pew'r 

And  make  the  wouoded  whole. 

g  O  may  a  fpark  of  hcav'r.iy  fire 

Each  ftupid  foul  enflamc 
And  facr^d  love  our  tongues  infers 

To  praife  thy  worthy  name. 


our  God , 


B.  14.  HYMNS.  ^ 

4  Let  ev'ry  foul  the  Saviour  fee, 

And  tafte  his  love  divine  ; 
And  every  heart  forever  be 

United  Lord  with  thine. 

HYMN  XII.     Long  Metre. 
Sinners  invited  to  ChHJt.. 
iQlNNERS  behold  the  Saviour  (lands, 
,0    With  pardons  in  his*  bleeding  hands^ 
To  court  you  from  the  jaws  of  heli, 
That  ycu  in  perfe&  biifs  may  dwell. 

2  His  fpirit,  with  its  healing  pow'r, 
Stands  knocking  pleading  at  your  door  ; 
He'll  bind  the  wounds  that  fin  has  made? 
And  heal  the  fick,  and  raife  the  dead. 

3  O  fi:fie  not  the  heav'nly  voice, 
But  hear  and  in  his  name  rejoice  ; 
Attend  the  call,  his  love  embrace, 
And  taite  the  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

4  He'll  be  your  father  and  your  friend, 
Your  heart  fnali  fing  your  forrows  end  ; 
He'll  feed  you  with  immortal  love, 
And  bring  you  to  his  courts  above. 

HYMN    XIII.      Long  Metre. 
The  goodnefs  of  God  calls  upon  fir.ners,   end  de- 
clares his  grace  is  free. 
1   A  WAKE  ye  fons  of  Adam's  race, 

JTjL  And  the  Redeemer's  call  embrace  % 
His  bowels  doth  wi'h  pity  yearn. 
His  goodnefs  calls  you  to  return* 
H 


So  HYMN  g.  B.  II 

2  He  keeps  yovi  from  the  pains  of  hell, 
And  in  his  arms  would  have  you  dwell  *, 
You  daily  live  upon   his  hand, 

While  mercy  lengthens  out  your  fpan. 

3  O  do  not  flight  his  grace  no  more, 
Nor  drive  his  g.oodncFs  from  your  door  } 
Return  or  foon  in  hell  youMl  rue, 
Your  utter  iefs  and  folly  too. 

4  Can  you  defpife  the  realms  above,. 
And  trample  on  Jehovah's  love  ? 

O  turn  ye  wretched  fouis  from  fin, 
While  heav'n  invites,  and  enter  in. 

HYMN  XIV.      Common   Metre* 
ChrijVs  love  displayed  in  his  death. 

i"T  "K  THO  can,  or  dares  refufe  to  love^ 
V  V         'I  he  bleeding  lamb  of  God, 

That  from  the  glorious  realms  above, 
Difplays  fuch  gtace  abroad  ? 

2  He  dies,  he  dies,  and  bows  his  head 
Upon  the  fatal  tree, 

To  raife  poor  finners  from  the  dead, 
And  let  the  pris'ners  free. 

3  O  was  theFe  ever  love  like  this 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  hell  ! 

Or  was  there  ever  ftrief  like  his  I 
X I  is  pain  no  tongue  can  tell. 

4  'Wake  ev'ry  foul  with  fvvect  furprif;!, 
And  bid  your  fears  adieu  ; 


B.IX.  HYMN  S.  3i 

The  mighty  Saviour  freely  dies 
for  you  poor  fouls,  for  you. 

HYMN  XV.     Long  Mz{rc. 
A  call  to  the  car&ltfs, 
i    A   WAKE  unfeeling  fouls,  awake, 
Jt\.  Your  dafig'rous  t>ed  of  {loth  forfa&e  j 
And  fly  to  Jefus  while  there's  hope, 
Or  foon  in  endlefs  pain  you'll  drop. 

2  The  Saviour's  come,  his  bowels  yearn, 
And  bids  your  dying  fouls  return  ; 

He  bleeds,  he  groans,  and  dies  for  you  ; 
His  name  and  nature  calls  you  too. 

3  O  think  before  you  lofe  your  breath, 
How  can  you  bear  eternal  death  ? 

Jufl  on  a  precipice  you  dwell, 
And  all  beneath  is  death  and  hell. 

4  Jefus  the  Lord  yet  waits  to  give 
Eternal  life,  Oturn  and  live  ; 
There  yet  remains  a  zoho  can  tell, 
But  you  may  yet  in  glorv  dwell. 

HYMN  XVI.    'Common    Metre. 
The  call  of  the  go/pel. 

1  O  INNERS  arife,  you're  call'd  away, 
i3      By  your  eternal  friend  ; 

Come  and  receive  his  grace  to  day, 
And  all  your  fears  (hall  end. 

2  The  Son  of  God  is  at  your  door, 
And  knocks  with  bleeding  hands  j 

jO  do  not  flight  his  grace  no  more, 
Can  you  fuch  love  wiihftand  ? 


Zz  H  Y  M  N£.  B.  II; 

3  O  roufe  ungrateful  mortals  roufe, 
And  let  the  Saviour  in  ; 

O  think  the  great  Jehovah  bows, 
To  bear  your  load  of  fin. 

4  O  hear  that  foul-tranfporting  voice, 
"  i  will  your  sins   forgive, 

."!><   me   eelieve,   in  me    rejoice, 
**  And   you   with  me   shall  live." 
HYMN  XVII.     Common  Metre. 
A  tall  to  mourning  firmer s. 
2  "T"  "TO  !   all  ye  wand'ring  fons  of  men, 

i  JL      Who  grieve  without  the  Ion, 
Who  feel  your  clanger  and  your  fin. 
And    End  yourieives  undone  ; 

2  Forget  your  grief  behold  the  Lamb 
Is  come  to  bear  vour  load  ; 

He'll  clcanfe  your  fouls  from    guilt  and  fname. 
And  make  you  fons  of  Cod. 

3  Fear  not,  fear  not  you  mourning  fouls 
For  Jefus  is  your  friend  ; 

He's  come  to  make  your  fpirtts  whole, 
And  caufe  your   grief  to  end. 

4  Though  earth  and  hell  againft  you  rage,    . 
Yet  if  you  truft  this  love, 

His  mercy  will  for  you  engage, 
His  word  fhali  never  move. 

HYMN    XVIII.  Particular  Metre. 
A  free  falvation  proclaimed. 
l    A    LLhail,  all  hail  ye  fons  who  dwell, 
XjL  Jull  an  the  verge  of  death,  and  bell  ; 


£,II.  H  Y  M  N  S.  % 

Behold  your  mighty  Saviour's  come  ; 

To  day  he  fpreads  his  arms  abroad, 

Inviting  finnerj,  home  to  God  ; 

Come  mourning  fouls,  .with  Jefus  dwell* 

2  Unbounded  goodnefs  waits  for  you, 
To  lieal  your  wounds  and  feed  you  too  ^ 

Yv^ith  life  and  joys  that  are  divine  ; 
Come  ev'ry  foul  attend  the  call, 
The  Lamb  of  God  invites  you  all ; 

Q  hear,  and  Jefus  .{hall  ce  thine. 

3  He's  bid  his  fervants  aH  declare 
His  grace  is  free  and  you  may  mare 

In  joys  beyond  what  tongue  can  tell  j 
No  longer  hug  your  unbelief, 
Believe  in  him  and  find  relief  ; 

He's  come  to  iet  the  pris'ners  free, 

4  Sinners  no  more  rejeel  his  call  ; 
He's  life,  he'*  peace,  he's  all  in  all  \ 

O  come  and  fliare  his  boundiefs  love  ; 
If  once^ou  knew  the  glorious  theme, 
And  drank  of  the  delightful  fiream. 

You'd  choofe  your  all  in  realms  above,, 

5  O  hear  the  heav'niy  charmer's  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice, 

And  reign  eternal  ages  bleft  ;  A 

No  longer  court  your  earthly  blifs,; 
There  is  no  joy  compar'd  with  this -j 

O  some  and  have  eternal  reft* 

H.2  ~. 


34  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  It 

6   Why  will  yoa  to   destruction  go  ? 
Say  will  you  have  this  Chrift  or  no  ! 

This  day  he  calls  and  v/aits  for  you  ; 
He'ii  bad  you  to  the  rearms  above, 
Afid  feed  you  with  immortal  love, 

Andgwe  you  joys  forever  new. 

.HYMM   XIX.      Long  Metre. 
An  advice  to  a  young  convert . 

3  A    RISE  O  youth,  v;ith  all  thy  foul, 

Jf\.   And  fpread  your  dear  Redeemer's  name : 
Nor  ceafe  while  fleeting  moments  roll, 
To  found  his  well  deierved  fame. 

2    Go  in  ffee  nai?*e  of  (Thrift  your  Gcd, 

Shake  oir  the  world,  and  bear  the.  crofs  ; 
Je"fus  will  be  thy  fir  re  reward  ; 
Nor  fha.il  your  labors  e'er  be  loft. 

g  He*--  be  .  his  ptecfdtfs  blood. 

And  wrote  ti.y  name  above  the  fkres  ;    " 

He'il  be  thy    father  and  thy  God, 

When  fun  and  flars  diffolve  and  dies. 

4  Then  ev'ry  pew'r,  and  ev'ry  thought, 
May  fhout  through  all  the  realms  above  ; 

JBuc  then  you  never  can  exhort 

Poor  finr.ers  to  your  Saviour's  love. 
HYMN   XX.  Common  Metre. 
A  reproof  for  the  prefanefzocarers. 

HOW  d.iring  is  the  wretch  profane^ 
Whofe  tongue  doth  hcav'n  defy,, 

To  five  aloofe,  his  hcllifli   reicri 
"  ° 

la  oaths  of  blafphsmy  i 


B,  II.  H  Y  M  N  S.  Sf 

2  Soon  would  deflruction  be  their  fate, 
And  they  among  the  dead 

If  only  what  they  imprecate 
Should  fall  upon  their  head. 

3  Where  Will  thofe  daring  wretches  flee 
Their  naked  fouls  to  hide  ; 

When  that  eternal  God  they  fee, 
Whom  they  fo  long  defy'd. 

4  Spare  them,  O  God,  ncr  let  them  fall 
On  the  dire  fword  they  draw, 

Or  foon  thofe  weighty  fins  will  gaul, 
<•  And  !ofs  forever  gnaw. 

5  O  turn  ye  cruel  fouls   return, 
And  to  the  Saviour  fly, 

Before  in  your  own  fins  you  burn, 
Where  pains  can  never  die. 

HYMN  XXI.     Short  Metre. 
Chriji  dying  for  fmners, 
i  IT  OS  ANN  A  to  the  Lamb 

JLjL      Who  gave  his  life  fo  free  ! 
-He  groan'd  beneath  my  guilt  and  {hames 
Nail'd  to  the  painful  tree. 

2  Kis  body  rack'd  and   torn, 
His  foul  beneath  the  load, 

Prefs'd  like  a  cart,  ah  !  hear  him  groan-, 
84  Why  am  I  left -my  God  ?" 

3  Yet  while  he  bleeds  and  clies, 
To  take  our  guilt  away, 

With  groans  unto  his  father  cries, 
-"  fargive  thsm  Lord  I-prayS\ 


66  H  Y  M  N  S„  J5.  XL 

4   O  break  my  rocky  heart  ! 

The  bars  of  death  remove  ! 
Adore  his  name,  and  ne'er  forget 
Such  mod  amazing  love. 

HYMN  XXII.     Common  Metre. 
Ajlonijhed  at  Chrijl's  love. 

1TV/T  ^  *°u'  arnaz'^j  *ees  l^e  ^left  Lamb, 

JLV-L      From  his  bright  realms  above, 
Come  down  to  bear  my  guilt  and  Hume, 
And  feed  rae  with  his  love  ! 

2  O  can  it  be  that  jefus  dies 
For  fuoh  a  wretch  as  I  ! 

And  now  he'll  raife  rae  to  the  fkies, 
Where  I  fhall  never  die* 

3  O  tell  me,  Jefus,  can  it  be, 
That  thou  haih  borne  my  guilt, 

O  yes,  my  foul  it  was  for  thee 
His  precious  blood  was  fpilt. 

4  O  Lord,  methinks  I  feel  thy  love, 
And  long  to  love  thee  more  ; 

Long  as  I  live  wh«re  e'er  I  rove, 
Let  me  thy  name  adore. 

5  Let  me  be  feal'd  upon  thy  breaS, 
And  ravnli'd  with  thy  name, 

And  in  the  realms  of  glory  reft, 
Where  I  fhall  praife  the  Lamb* 

6  F<*r  as  I  know  my  unful  heart, 
I  think  I  want  no  more, 

Bound  up  with  thee  and  never  part, 
Wh;ls  eudlefs^ears  endure^ 


B.  II.  •  HYMN  5.  tf 

HYMN     XXIII.  Mori  Mdr<. 
On  the  name  of  JESUS. 

1  TESUS  we  love  thy  name, 

I      And  thee  we  will  adore  ; 
And  when  we  feel  this  heavenly  flame? 
We  long  to  love  thee  more.  * 

.2  Thy  name  is  all  our  truft  ; 

Thy  name  is  folid  peace  ; 
Thy  name  is  everlafling  red, 

When  other  names  (hall  ceafe» 

3  There  raviuVd  with  thy  name. 
We  never  more  (hall  rove  ; 

There  found  thy  everlafting  fame, 
And  iolace  in  thy  love. 

4  Thy  name  fhall  be  our  praife  ; 
Thy  name  fhall  be  our  joy  ; 

Thy  name  through  everlafting  days, 
Shall  countlefs  throngs  employ, 

HYMN  XXIV-     Long  Metre. 

The  Prince  of  Peace  riding  vidoriouJlya 

JESUS  thy  gofpel  armour  gird, 
To  fpread  abroad  thy  gracious  fame, 
i^ide  in  the  chariot  of  thy  word, 

And  teach  the  dying  world  thy  name. 

2  Triumph  in  mercy  through  our  land, 
And  caufe  the  poor  dry  bone  to  move  \ 

Difplay  thy  love,  make  bare  thine  hand.,-. 
And  teach  immortal  fouls  thy  loye. 


&8  HYMNS.  B.  IJ, 

3  Here's  fome  immers'd  in  {hades  of  night. 
And  fome  involv'd  in  deep  diflrefs  ; 

O  fend  fome  rays  of  facred  light, 
And  ev'ry  mourning  frnner  blefs. 

4  Here's  fome  that's  deaf,  and  fome  that's  blind, 
And  fome  that's  wounded  with  their  fins  j 

They  mourn  and  rove  fome  help  to  find, 
Yet  do  but  more  increafe  their  pains, 

5  Here's  fome  that  feeds  their  heavy  chain, 
And  others  fenfelefs  of  their  woe  ; 

Some  captive  fouls  where  fatan  reigns, 
Some  loft  and  knows  not  where  to  go. 

6  Some  much  in  debt,  with  nought  to  pay, 
Condemn'd  and  into  prifon  caft, 

And  wall'wing  in  their  filth  they  lay, 
All  hopes  aiid  helps  but  thee  are  loft. 

7  Here's  fome  that  mourns  a  flupid  mind, 
And  fome  that's  lame,  and  fome  that's  dead  ; 

Some  fick,  and  can  no  comfort  find, 
While  others  beg  for  crumbs  of  bread. 

PAUSE. 

8  Come  in,  thou  great  Phyfician,  come, 
Thou  that  delight5 1 S  to  help  the  poor  ; 

Get  to  thyfelf  a  glorious  name, 
At  thy  expence  work  ev'ry  cure. 

9  "  I  come,  faith  Jefus,  lo,  I  come, 
"  To  help  the  poor  is  my  delight  ; 

4i  Lcve  is  my  narure,  love  my  name  ; 
.  "  My  help  is  free  hoth  day  and  night5 


B.  II.  HYMN  5.  ;B9 

10  "  Bring  all  your  moftey  now  to  me, 

"  Your  weak,  your  wounded,  bound  and  pop? 
Si  Rebels  and  pris'ners  I  will  free, 
C(  The  worft  of  all  difeafes  cure. 

li    "  I'll  labour  at  my  own  expence, 
"  Cancel  all  debts  and  pay  thp  coft  j 

*'  And  give  my  bond  for  their  defence, 
"  That  not  one  patient  {hall  be  loft. 

42  {£  I'm  bound  by  my  own  love  to  be, 

"  Phyfician  and  a  father  too  ; 
/'  A  friend  to  ail  eternity, 

**  What  more  can  I  propofe,  or  do  ?" 

1 1  Enough,  O  Lord,  and  we  adore 
Thy  wifdom,  pity,  and  thy  love, 

Thou  giVil  thyfeif,  we  affc  no  more 
Now  we  may  reign  with  thee  above 

24  Let  all  the  fons  of-  men  rejoice, 
And  join  to  learn  thy  precious  name  ; 

And  ev'ry  heart,  and  ev'ry  voice 
The  wonders  of  thy  love  proclaim. 

^5  Let  faints  and  angels  join  above, 

The  glories  of  thy  name  to  fing, 
\Vhi!e  the  fweet  wonders  of  thy  love, 

Makes  all  the  heav'nJy  arches  ring. 

l6  Let  all  creation  join  as  one, 

Through  endlefs  years  thy  love  proclaim 

While  facred  echoes,  cry  Amen, 
Axrco,  all  wprthv  is  the  Lamb  J 


9o  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  II, 

HYMN    XXV.     Common  Metre. 
On  the  death  of  Chrijl. 
jQ  EE  how  the  great  Mefliah  bleeds, 
jO   Stretch'd  on  the  curfed  tree  ; 
And  in  his  dying  groans  he  pleads 
For  thee,  my  foul,  for  thee. 

2   Hark  how  his  dying  groans  refound, 

In  cutting  pangs  of  death  ! 
The  fun,  the  rocks  and  foh'd  ground, 

Feels  his  expiring  breath. 

2   Ah  !  "how  he  groans  beneath  my  woe, 

Drefs'd  in  a  gore  of  blood  ! 
All  nature  feels  th'  enormous  blow 

Of  an  expiring  God. 

4  But  foon  he  conquers  death  and  hell, 
Rides  to  the  courts  alove  ; 

Let  ail  created  fyftems  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

5  O  lovely  Jefus  feeding  friend, 
Fain  would  my  fpirit  (bar, 

In  fhouts  of  praife  (hat  never  end, 
Thy  goodnefs  to  adore. 

HYMN  XXVI.     Long  MeUCr 

A  call  to  the  youth., 

AWAKE,  awake,  O  youth  arife 
Behold  thy  friend,  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Hangs  bleeding  on  the  crofs,  and  dies, 
To  wafa  you  in  his  precious  blood. 


£.  II.  H  Y  M  N  S. 

2  For  thee  he  left  the  realms  of  light, 
And  deign'd  to  clothe  himfelf  in  clay? 

To  fave  you  from  eternal  night9 
And  bring  you- to  eternal  day. 

3  Long"  years  of  grief  he's  waded  through^ 
And  then  concludes  his  days  in  pain  ;] 

And  all,  O  precious  youth  for  you, 

That  you  with  him  in  heav'n  miaht  rei^n.; 

4  Kis  dying  groans  calls  thee  away, 
From  all  thy  vain  amufing  charms  ; 

O  fly  dear  youth,  without  delay. 
Into  his  wide  extended  arms. 

5  How  can  you  tread  the  ways  of  death, 
When  Jefus  groans  beneath  your  fins  ? 

Can  you  defpife  his  praying  breath, 

And  loao"  his  wounded  foul  with  pains  ? 

6  Will  not  his  groans  your  fpirit  move. 
Nor  all  his  kindnefs  reach  your  heart  ? 

Will  you  defpife  fuch  bleeding  love, 
Before  you  wiil  with  Idols  part. 

*j  Will  you  rejecl  his  boundlefs  grace, 
And  choofe  the  downward  road  to  hell  ? 

Or  join  with  that  redeeming  race, 

Who  will  with  him  in  glory  dwell  ? 

8  Fain  would  he  make  you   ever  bleft 
And  feed  you  with  immoral  lovs, 

And  give  you  everlafting  reft 
In  his  eternai  realms  above, 
I 


92  HYMN  S.  B.  II, 

PAUSE. 

9  Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice, 
Rejett  and  fink  in  endlefs  night  •, 

Or  hear  the  waiting  Saviour's  voice, 
And  dweli  in  everlafting  light. 

10  O   think  how  {hocking  is  hie  doom, 
Of  thofe  that  chool'e  (he  way  to  hell  ; 

But  O  how  bleft  -are  thofe  that  come 
To  Chriflj  and  in  his  glory  dwell  ! 

1 1  What  are  the  greateft  joys  on   earth, 
But  empty  {hades,  and  treach'rous  toys  ? 

Then  be  intreated,  precious  youth, 
To  leave  them  for  eternal  joys. 

12  If  you  embrace  the  Saviour's  love, 
You'll  find  his  ways  are  paths  of  peace  % 

And  reiiTn  in  the  fweet  realms  above, 
Where  fongs  of  joy  {hall  never  ceafe. 

13  But  if  you  choofe  the  way  to  hell, 
And  ftill  defpife  that  precious  name, 

With  endlefs  curfes  you  muft  dwell, 
Cloth'd  with  eternal  guilt  and  fhame. 

14  The  Saviour  waits  now  at  your  door, 
Say,  finner  whither  will  you  go, 

To  blifs  or  pain    forevermore  ?    • 

Say,  will  you  have  this  Chrift  or  no  ? 

HYMN   XXVII.     Common  Mdr-e, 

JVken  met  for  worfhip. 

1  T  iSUS  let  not  thy  ^race  delay, 

J       To  meet  us  with  thy  love  .; 


B.II.  HYMN  S.  93 

Drive  interpofing  clouds  away, 
And  make  our  guilt  remove. 

2  Come  in  with  pow'r  to  ev'ry  foul,, 
O  thou  immortol  dove  ; 

Make  ev'ry  wounded  fpirit  whole, 
With  thy  redeeming  love. 

3  We  long  to  meet  our  God  to  day, 
And  tafte  thy  grace  divine, 

That  every  foul  with  joy  may  hy9 
*'  My  Lord  my  God  is  mine." 

4  What  do  we  hear  without  thy  grace, 
Obleffed  Lamb  of  God  ? 

'Twill  be  a  dark  and  tirefome  place, 
Unlefs  we  feel  thy  word. 

5  Here's  fome  that  pants,  O  God  to  fee 
Thy  face,  and  tafte  thy  love  ; 

O  fpeak,  and  bring  us  near  to  thee, 
And  make  our  doubts  remove. 

6  Jefus  infpire  each  heart  and  tongue, 
To  learn  thy  precious   name  ; 

Redeeming  love  ihall  be  our  fong, 
And  we  thv  love  proclaim. 
HYMN  XXVIII.     Particular  Mttrc. 
On  the  death  of  Chrijl, 
i"^X7*HAT   folemn  groans  are    thofe  I  hear,. 
V  V      It's  like  fome  bleedino-  vi&im  near  : 

o  * 

From  Golgotha  methinks  they  rife  ; 
Ah  !    tis  the  Saviour  bleeds  iot  me, 
For  me,  for  me,  for  mc,  for  me, 

He  bows  his  head   and  groans  and  dies* 


54  H  Y  M  NS.  .3.  II, 

2  Angels,  heboid  your  maker  God, 
Nail'd  to  the  tree  now  drefs'd  in  blood, 

That  he  might  fpread  his  boandlefs  grace  ■; 
Adam    with  ail  your  fons  behold 
BeMd,  beheld, 'behold,   behold, 

The  Saviour  of  your  guilty  race. 

3  All  drefe'd  in  purple  gore  he  hangs, 
In  agonies,  and  dyir.g  pangs  ; 

Ai)d  praying  gafps  th'  expiring  breath  s 
Freely  the  great  Mefliah  dies, 
He  dies,  he  dies,  he  dies,  he  dies, 

To  fave  immortal  fouls  from  death. 

4  Think  Q  ray  fo:l,  how  can  it  be, 

The  king  of  glory  bleeds  for  thee  ! 

Behold,  behold  thy  Jefus  die  ! 
How  great  thy  goodnefs,  O  my  God  J 
My  God,  my  God,  my  God,  my  God, 

To  bleed  for  fuch  a  wretch  as  I  ! 

HYMN  XXIX.     Particular  Metre. 

Met  to  fcar  tHh  gofpcL 

1  T  „SU3  with  thy  gofpe'  fwor^, 

I    In  the  chariot  of   hy  word, 
5*..Je  thy  hounriiefs  grace  to  ipread  ; 
Heal  the  fie!;,  and  raife  the  dead. 

2  We  hav^  come  to  leek  thy  love  ; 
Without  thee  we  cannot  move  ; 
Lord  we  cannot  be  deny'd, 

Cone  and  we  Ciali  be  iuppiy'd. 


K II.  HYMN' S.  95 

3  Keav'nly  king  our  foes   deftroy, 
Turn  our  grief  to  facred  joy  ; 
Make  our  guilt  and  death  remove, 
Fill  us  with  redeeming  love. 

4  We  can  never  happy  be, 
Till  thy  blefTed  face  we  fee  ; 
We  (hall  find  no  fo!>d  reft, 
Till  we  lean  upon  thy    breafL 

5  Lovely  Jefus  let  us  be, 

Heart  and  foul  bound  op  in  thee  ? 
Then  with  joy  we  will  ^proclaim, 
Worthy,  worthy  is  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  XXX.     Long  Metre. 
Giving  Godfpeed  to  his  heralds, 
3  /""^  O  forth  ye  heralds  of  the  Lord 

V_^*     Your  matter's  worthy  name  to  fpreaH, 
Gucl  on  the  armour  of  his  word, 
To  heal  the  fick  and  raife  the  dead. 

2  Go  tell  the  world  that  Jefus  reigns  ; 
Let  Jew  and  Gentile  nations  know 

The  Saviour's  come,  and  teach  the  Srains 
That  angeis  fing.to  worms  below. 

3  Defy  the  frowns  of  earth  and  hell, 
Difdaining  all  created  blifs  ; 

Your  portion  doth  in  Jefus  dwell, 
And  you  by  fclsmn  vows  are  his. 

4  Lean  on  your  mafter  as  you  go  ; 

Your  heart  and  tongue,  and  life  engage,, 

I    2 


95  H  V  M  N  S.  Bo  It. 

Nothing  but  Jefus  Chrift  to  know, 
Long  as  you  tread  this  mortal  (rage, 

5  The  great  Jehovah  is  your  friend, 
And  bound  to  lead  you  on  your  way, 

Till  all  your  labors  here  (hall   end, 
Then  bring  you  to  eternal  day. 

6  May  thowfands  b.y  your  faithful  hands, 
Be  led  to  that  immortal  more  ; 

Poflefs  with  you  the  promls'd  lanes 

Where  florms  of  death  (hail  beat  no  more, 

7  A  glorious  crown  you  then  (hall  wear, 
With  heralds  on  the  blifsful  plains  ; 

And  we  with  you  in  glory  (hare, 
Amen,  amen,  our  Jefu 


us 


HYMN  XXXI.     long  Metre. 
The  waters  troubkd. 
i   T.'SUS'  the  Lord  is  palling  by 

J    Gird  with  his  fword  upon  his. thigh  ; 
Lot  i  like  a  prince  in  grandeur  tread, 
H  s  fvord  a  ila  ne,  hijs  garment  red. 

2  "  I  die  the  mighty  Saviour  cries, 
H  A  willing  ar;d  full  facrific.e  ; 

il  Behold  the  "blood  my  veiter  flains, 
,{  Tokens  of  love  from  all  my  veins. 

3  "  With  joy  I  came  from  realms  above.,. 
*•  To  teach  the  world  redeeming  love  ; 

"  And  freely  groan'd  upon  the  tree, 
11  To  f-C -be  word  of  rebels  free. 


.B.  II.  HYMNS,  97 

4.  i(  And  now  behold  I'm  palling  by, 
44  My  grace  is  free  my  power  is  nigh  ; 
<{  I  ever,  was,  and  ftili  th.2  fame, 
4i  My  nature  love,  and  love  my  name. 

5  "'  Now  gather  ail  your  needy  race, 

*'  And  point  them  to  my  courts  of  grace, 
*'  Tell  them  it  is  my  foul's  delight, 
4i  'To  fave  t'fiem  from  eternal  night. 

6  Si  They  frail  find  help  that  come  to  me,. 
"  The  deaf,  (Kail  hear  the  blind  (hall  fee, 

"  The  lame  fliall  leap,  the  dead  (hall  raife, 
"  And  f..jhs  and  groans  bs  turn'd  to  p.rarfe, 

7  "  Your  greateft  foes  I  will  defiroy, 

*•  An  d  ilaves  releas'd  {hall  leap  for  joy  ; 

**  Poor. fouls  (hat  io-ng,were  bound  in  chains,. 

"  Shall  rife  and  Ting  immortal  '(trains-, 

8  "  My  name  it  is  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
*;  I  love  to  make  all  for  rows  ceafe  ; 

"  I  love  to  do  the   finn^rs  good, 

{;  And  warn  the  guiky  in  my  blood." 

HYMN  XXXII.,     Long  Metre-.. 

Thanks  for  earthly  blejjings,  and  improving  them 

in  the  cav.je  of  Chrijl. 
i/^IOMZ pilgrims  feet  us-pr-aife  the  hand 
\^  That  leads  us  through  this  barren  land 

o 

The  lirength  he  give?  our  earthly  frame, 
Mufcali  be  fpent  to  fpread  his  name. 

2   Our  earthly  bieiTings  we'll  improve, 
And  bear:  and  tongue  to  fpread  his  love  ; 


98  H  Y  M  N  S,  B.  II. 

And  while  we  tread  this  mortal  road, 
He'll  flill  go  on  to  do  us  good. 

3  Then  when  we  q;iit  this  mortal  fhore, 
And  we  (hall  want  this  earth  no  more, 
He'll  bring  us  ail  around  his  board, 

To  feafl  upon  eternal  food. 

4  O  then  ten  thoufand  thanks  fhaM  raife, 
"Where  glerv  (limes  in  perfed  blaze  ; 
To  him  that  gave  his  life  fo  free, 

For  you,  O  pilgrims,  and  for  me. 

HYMN  XXXIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  pilgrims  rejoicing, 

3  /^l  3ME  pilgrims  lift  your  joyful  ftrainst. 

\^/   Remember  your  Redeemer  reigns  ; 
He  na<;  defcended  from   above, 
And  fed  us  with  immortal  love. 

2  Our  mourning  fouls  hare  feen  his  face, 
And  felt  the  power  of  gofpel  grace  ; 

He  is  our  friend,  and  always  nigh 
To  raife  our  fouls  with  joy  on  high. 

3  Let  ev'ry  heart,  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
With  joy  unite  the  heav'nly  fong  ; 
Praife  him  who  fpilt  his  blood  fo  itee% 
But  gave  his  life  for  you  and  me. 

4  'Twas  freely  he  fuflain'd  our  lofs, 
And  nail'd  our  forrows  to  his  crofs  ; 
And  groan'd  and  died  benea'h  our  ioadj 
To  give  our  fouls  a  life  with  God, 


S.  II.  H  Y2  M  N  3,  -;9 

5  O.let  us  mount  la-realms  above, 
And  fmg  the  wonders  cf  his  love  ;. 
Let  ev'ry  foul  unite  as  one, 
To  input  his  praife  with  loud  Amen. 

HYMN  XXXIV..    Long  Metre, 
For  a  revival  &f  religion. 
j/^\    JESUS,  come,  thy  kingdom  fpread, 

\*Jt   Through  the'fe  dark  regions  of  the  deadj 
Caufe  ienfelels  fouls  to  hear  thy  voice. 
And  in  thy  bcundl'efs  love  rejoice. 

2  O  caufe  the  triumph  of  our  king, 
Through  all  our  villages  to  rmp-  : 

And  with  delight  we'll  fpread  thy  namej 
Long  as  we  feet  the  heav'niy  flame. 

3  Poor  fouls  long  bound   in  iron  chains, 
Shu!!  hear  the  echo  of  our  ftrains  ; 
And  then  we'll  point  them  out  to  God,. 
On  Calvary  ail  drefs'd  in  blood. 

4  And  may  the' heathen  nations  know, . 
The  chufhans  have  aheav'n  below  ; 
And.:monarchs  bow  and  join  tQ.iisgj 
That- Jcfus  is  the  only  kint»  !~ 

HYMN.  XXXV. °  Long  Metre. 

At  a  iruzrriage,  when  there  is  no  carnal  mir  tJi0 
i\  /f^Y   Jefusblefs- the  mutual  bands, 

X*JL.  And  heav'niy  w^fdom  bind  your  hands, 
By  love  divine  make  one  in  heart, 
Till  death  all  mortal  ties  mail  part. . 

2   Then  to  the  realms  of  perfect  light,, 
May  you  both  take  your  joyful  flight  yr 


loo  HYMN  S.  B.  II. 

Find  Chrift  your  hufband  and  your  friend, 
When  earthly  friends  and   lovers  end. 

3  There  one  you'll  be  with  Chrift  in  heav'n  ; 
None  marry'd  there,  nor  marr'age  giv'n  ; 
But  like  the  angek  of  the  Lord, 

To  feaft  around  his  heav'nly  board. 

4  Then  fhall  our  joys  be  all  divine, 
The  waters  all  turn'd  into  wine  : 
And  each  be  found  a  welcome  guefl, 
To  join  the  everlafting  feaft. 

HYMN  XXXVI.      Common  Metre, 

A  prize  to  be  obtained. 

lT    ORD  help  me  fo  to  run  the  race, 

JL-rf     That  I  may  once  obtain 

A  crown  among  the  heirs  of  grace, 

And  with  my  Saviour  reign, 

a  O  may  I  now  by  faith  arife, 

And  find  my  fins  forgiv'n  ; 
That  I  at  ieaft  may  {hare  a  prize, 

In  all  the  joys  of  hea'vn. 

3  There  let  me  once  behold  thy  face, 
O  thou  my  only  friend  ; 

And  ihout  thy  love,  and  (hare  thy  grace, 
Where  fongs  (hall  never  end. 

4  High  wafted  on  the  realms  of  light, 
Beyond  all  fenfe  of  pain  ; 

Jefus  dial!  be  my  whole  delight, 
And  I  with  him  fliaU  reign.- 


B.  II.  HYMNS.  to* 

HYMN  XXXVII.     Common    Metre. 

Chriji  inviting  firmer s  to  his  grace. 

1  fc  MAZING  fight,  the  Saviour  ftands, 
j[jL     And  knocks  at  ev'ry  door  ; 

Ten  thoufand  bledings  in  his  hands, 
For  to  fupply  the  poor. 

2  ll  Behold  faith  he,  I  bleed  and  die, 
To  bring  poor  foi\Js  to  reft  ; 

Hear  finners  while  I'm  pading  by, 
And  be  forever  bleft. 

3  Will  you  defpife  fuch  bleeding  love, 
And  choofe  the  way  to  hell  ; 

Or  in  the  glorious  realms  above, 
With  me  forever  dwell  ? 

4  Not  to  condemn  your  finking  race, 
Havel  in  judgment  come  ; 

JBut  to  difplay   unbounded  grace  ; 
And  bring  loft  linners  home. 

5  May  I  not  fave  your  wretched  foul. 
From  fin,  from  death  and  hell  ? 

Wounded  or  fick,  I'll  make  you  whole, 
And  you  with  me  fiiall  dwell. 

•■£   Say  will  you  hear  my  gracious  voice, 

And  have  your  fins  forgiv'n  ? 
Or  will  you  make  a  wretched  choice, 

And  bar  yourfelves  from  heav'n  ? 

■*]  "Will  you  go  down  to  endless  nighf^ 
And  bear  eternal  pain  ? 


•id*  H  Y  PM  tf  SI  B,  II.- 

Or  dwell  in  everlafting  light, 
Where  I  in  glory  reign  ? 

8   Come  now  before  I  go, 

While  I  am  palling  by  ; 
Say  will  you  marry  me  or  no  ? 

Say  will  you  live  or  die." 

HYMN   XXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  mourning  foul  an/tiered  by  Chriji. 
i"T  II  THERE, faiih  the  mourner  is  this  Chrift, 

V  V      That  calls  the  hungry  to  a  feaft 
Where  is  rhat  grace  proclaim'd  fo  free  ? 
Say,  herald,  point  the  way  to  me, 

2  If,  as  you  fay  he  fpilt  his  blood, 
To  bring  immortal  fouls  to  God  ; 
Then  tell  me,  teit  me  where  I'll  go, 
To  find  if  this  be  true  or  no  ? 

3  li  Well  faith  the  Saviour  here  I  be  ; 
Where  is  the  foul  inquires   for  me  ? 

I  by  my  fpirit  ntfw  declare, 

My  grace  is  free   and  you  may  {hare." 

4  O  faith  the  foul  I  would  receive  ; 
Speak,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  believe  ; 
Since  thou  declar'ft  thy  grace  is  free, 
O  give  one  precious  drop  to  me. 

5  "  I  wait  faith  Jefus  at  your  door? 
With  love  that  knows  no  bound  nor  fhore  J 
And  far  more  free  I  am  to  give, 

Than  you  are  wiliirg  to  receives 


B.  II.  H  Y  M  N  S. 

6  <c  Freely  I  <3i'e,  I  mourn,  I  feleed? 

1  weep,  I  wait,  promife  and  plead  ; 
Lab'rino-  for  vou  ail  drefs'd  in  sore, 
What  can  I  do  or  offer  more  ? 

q   <{  Say  will  you  now  my  Jove  abufe, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  refufe  ? 
Mud  I  leave  you  ?   Mud  I  go  ? 
Will  you  choofe  eternal  woe  ? 

8  O  be  befecch'd  to  hear  my  voice, 
And  make  eternal  life  your  choice  ; 
Say  will  you  choofe  to  fink  in  hell? 
£>r  eKe  with  me  in  g\ory  dwell. 

HYMN-  XXXIX,     Long    Metre, 

Ckuofmg  nothing  but  Chrijb. 
if    CHOOSE  the  Lord  for  all  my  joy  ; 
JL    His  praife  I  count  my  beft  employ  ; 
His  name  my  conftant  theme  {hall  be  ;. 
Lord  I  would  follow  none  but  thee. 

2  Without  my  Lord  I  cannot  re&  ; 
There's  none  but  he  can  make  me  bleft  | 
In  him  Ifeel  a  folid  peace, 

And  in  him  all  my  joys  increafe. 

2  O  let  me  neve?,  never  part, 
From  him  the  pleafure  of  my  heart  ; 
Dear  Jefus,  keep  me  always  near, 
Till  I  with  thee  in  heav'n  appear. 

4  O  may  I  once  at  thy  right  hand, 
Rejoice  with  all  the  glorious  band  i 
K 


io4  HYMNS.  B.II. 

The  unveil'd  glories  then  I'll  fee, 
Of  him  that  gave  his  life  for  me. 

5   Tranfporting  fccnes  !    ah,  glorious  fight  ! 
Shall  wrap  my  foul  with  fweet  delight  ; 
And  each  immortal  pow'r  of  mine, 
Shall  in  exalted  praifes  join. 

HYMM  XL.     Long    Metre. 
A  call  to  jinners. 
iQ INKERS  arife  the  Saviour's  come, 

V_7      And  bleeds  for  wretched  fouls  like  you  ; 
His  mercy  calls  the  rebels  home, 

Forgives  their  fins  and  loves  them  too, 

2  Come  to  the  feaft  without  delay, 
Before  the  gofpel  call  is  o'er  : 

Embrace  the  bielfed  L*>rd  to  day, 

Left  he   fliould  go,  and  call  no  more. 

3  Ten  thoufand  fouls  have  enter'" d  in, 
And  found  a  feafl  of  love  divine  ; 

Come  then  poor  fouls  with  all  your  fins, 
And  the  Redeemer  wili  be  thine. 

4  Thofe  happy  fouls  that's  gone  before, 
Were  once  in  fin  as  vile  as  you  ; 

O  doubt  the  Saviour's  love  no  more, 
But  come  and  talle  his  goodnefs  too, 
HYMN  XLI.     Common  Metre. 
Tkefp'fedding  of  the  go/pel. 
3  T    OQK  on  the  finking  world,  O  God, 
JL-J      And  make  thy  goodnefs   known  ; 
Let  Jinners  feel  thy  golpel  fword, 
r\nd  bow  before  thy  throne. 


B.  IL  HYMNS,  *q$ 

2  O  fend  thy  heralds  far  and  near, 
To  fpread  the  gofpel  feaft  ; 

And  let  the  farthefl  corners  hear 
Of  thy  redeeming  grace, 

3  Why  fhould  poor  dying  fouls  be  loft, 
And  plunge  in  endiefs   death, 

Since  Jefus  for  them  on  the  crofs 
Gave  his  expiring  breath  ? 

4  Since  boundlefs  love  hath  floop'd  fo  low$ 
And  frill  remains  the  fame, 

O  let  poor  ftarving  fmners  know, 
The  goodnefs  of  thy  name. 

HYMN  XLII,    -Common  Metre. 

The  fame, 

3  "f     0NG  has  the  world  in  darknefs  dwelt, 

jL  ^      Though  the  incarnate  God 
His  precious  bleod  has  freely  ipilt, 
To  fpread  his  light  abroad. 

2  O  fhake  them  mighty  Jefus  now, 
By  thy  redeeming  word, 

That  wretched  fouls,  to  thee  may  bow 
And  own  their  bleeding    Lord. 

o 

3  O  fend  ten  thou  land  to  p-rociaim 
Thy  gofpel  far  and  near, 

That  heathen  lands  may  know  thy  name^ 
Andev'ry  nation  hear. 

4  Pity  the  fouls,  O  God,  that  lie 
Wilhout  the  gofpei  ligltfj 


ro6  HYMN  S.  B.  II. 

And  fend  them  life  before  they  die 
And  fink  in  endlefs  night. 

5   Since  thy  great  love  no  limits  know, 

Nor  thy  free  grace  abound, 
O  let  thy  bleifed  gofpel  go, 

And  fanners  hear  the  found. 

HYMNXLIII.     Long  Metre. 

Far  the  morning. 
2.|/r"\  HOW  kind  i he  heav'niy  powers 

\^    Guarded  my  unguarded  hours  ! 
Through  the  dangers  of  the  night 
Led  me  to  the  morning  light. 

2  Now  my.  foul  awake  with  joy, 
Make  his  praife  thy  whole  employ  ; 
Ailthy   future  moments  fpend 

To  adore  thy  heav'nly  friend. 

3  Yv'hen  this  life  is  cold  in  death, 
J  with  angels  fhall  break  forth, 

In  my  ble'l  Redeemer's  praife, 
Morning  fongs,  feraphic  lays. 

HYMN  XLIV.     Particular    Metre. 
Tree  grace,  the  gofpel  coil,  andfalvation  by  faith, 

NATIONS  attend,  let  ev'ry  mortal  hear. 
The  gofpel    trumpet    founds    the    jubilee 
year  ; 
The  Saviour's  death  declares  unbounded  grace 
To  every  foul  of  Adam's  guilty  race  ; 
Sinners  behold  your  friend  and  Saviour  bleeding, 
Fly  to  his  arms  whjjc  fee  is  u&ejrcscdwg* 


B.IT.  H  Y  M  N'S.  st>7 

2  No  more  attempt  to  clea-nfe  the  guilty  foal, 
Or  work  to  make  vour  wounded  fpirits  whole  ; 
But  hear  and  let  the  waiting  Saviour  in, 

His  rifing  pow'r  will  cleanfe  from  all  your  fins. 
Fly,  mortals,  fly,  fiy  ev'ry  town  and  nation, 
While  the  Redeemer  ftands  with  free  falvation, 

3  "  I  want  no  works,  faith  he, to  make  you  whole3 
I  came  to  fave  the  vile  polluted  ioul  ; 

My  grace  is  free,  I  am  the  mighty  God. 
My  arms    of  love  for  you  are  ftretch'd  abroad/' 
Sinners  behold  the  great  incarnate  Saviour, 
And  fly  for  refuge  to  his  lading  favor, 

4  Behold,  behold  his  wounded  hands  and  fide, 
And  then  believe  it  was  for  you  he  dy'd  ; 
He  waits  in  love  the  finners  to  receive, 

And  will  you  not  his  dying  groans  believe  ; 
He  waits  and  calls  O  finner  hear  him  pleading. 
And  then  believe  for  yea  the  Lamb  is  bleeding, 

g    <{  How  long,  faith  he,  will  yoa  my  love  abafej 
How  long  will  you  my  boundlefs  grace  rerufe  ; 
How  long  poor  finners,  will  you  {hut  the  door  ? 
Or  mull  I  leave  and  call  on  you  no  more  ? 
_Say  wretched  mortal,  mud  my  love  be  fiiah'ed  ? 
Or  will  vou  come  to  God  while  now  invited  ? 


6  "  Behold,  behold,  I  am  the  finners  friend  ; 
IBelieve  ray  word  and  all  ycur  grief  fhsii  end, 

K      9. 


ioS  H  V  Ivi.N  S,  B.  llm 

Or  lack  your  faith,  'tis  faith  I  freely  give  ; 
Look  up  to  me  pour  dying  fouls  and  live, 
The  great  Jehovah  offers  you  a  kingdom  ; 
Come  ev'ry  foul,  come  as  you  are  and  welcome, 

*]   Your  heart  is  hard,  my  Jove  can  melt  away 
Bpth  r/>cks  and  hills  ;  why  will  you  longer  flay  ? 
Once  more  I  afk  poor  fouis  I'm  loth  to  go, 
Say  dying  (inners,  will  you  live  or  no  ? 
Your  fins  though  grea',  rhey  fhdll  be  ali  forgiv'n, 
And  you  Huh  live  and  reign  with  rae  in  heav'n. 

3   Wrth  a!!  my  coumlefs  hofls  .in  realms  above. 
Your  fouls   fluil  (hare  in  everlaliing  love  j 
I'll  he  your  father  and  your  portion  too, 
And  you  fliall  fwimin  joys  forever  new  : 
Say  now  poor  fouls,  why  are  you  unbeiiving  ? 
Or  what,  fay  what,  doth  keep  you  from  receiving? 

9   I'll  conquer  death  and  hell  beneath  your  feet^ 
B'hold  my  great  falv,ation  is  co:r.p!^at    ; 
I've  drank  your  bitter  cup,  and  bore  your  load 
Of  fin  and  death,  to  bring  you  home  to  God, 
I'll  change  your  heart, and  take  away  your  blinJ- 

nefs  ; 
How  can  you    now  abufe  fuch  loving  kindneis? 

so    internal  riches  (thI!  be  to  you  ^iv'n 
/.nd  a  bleit  manfion  in  the  feats  of  heav'n 


lies., 


B.IL  H  Y  M  N  Ss  109 

Unbounded  g'ory  I  will  freely    give, 

If  you    will  but  ccnfent  with  me  to  live  ; 

Sav,  wretched  firmer  will  you  have  a  kingdom  ? 

Now  is  the  time,  confent  and  come  and  welcome, 

HYMN  XLV.     Particular  Metre. 

On  the  death  of Ckrijl, 

1  '"T3^HOLD  the  friend  of  finners  die; 
JlJ   With  love  and  pity  in  his  eyes, 
j  o  iave  a  guilty  foul  from  death  ! 
O  finners  hear  his  dying  groan, 
Your  load  of  fin   he  bears  alone, 

And  yields  for  you  his  life  andbreatb,; 

.2    Down  to  the  grave  amongft  the  dead, 
Eehoid  he  bows  his  glorious  head  ; 

All  earth  and  hell  againft  him  too  i 
For  rebel  men,  he  prays  he  cries  ; 
For  rebel  men  he  groans,  and  dies  ; 

All  this,  O  wretched  fouls,  for  you. 

3  And  now  with  mighty  power  to  fave, 
Behold  he  triumphs  o'er  the  grave  ; 

To  conquer  death  and  fave  from  hell  4 
And  fiiil  he  doth  for  finners  plead, 
His  fpirit  with  them  intercede, 

Intreatincr  them  in  heav'n  to  dwell. 

4  Now  they  may  dwell  upon  his  breail, 
sDwell  in  his  love  forever  bleft  ; 

Q  finners  bow  and  love  his  name  5 


no  HYMNS.  B.  XL 

Come  now  and  tafte  his  dying  love, 
And  ever  live  in  realms  above, 

To  love  and  prasfe  (he  flaughter'd  Lamb. 

HYMN  XLVI-      Long  Metre, 
A  go/pel  call  tofmners* 
*f~\    HASTE  away  ten  thoufand  fouls, 

\_>*    With  all  your  guilt,  with  all  your  grief* 
To  Jei'us  whofe  compalfion   rolls 

For  you,  and  comes  for  your  relief. 

2  Jefus  your  friend,  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Rides  in  triumph  over  death  and  hell  ; 

And  now  extends  his  arms  of  love, 
Inviting  you  with  him  to  dwell. 

3  To  day  he  calls  the  hungry   round, 
And  fpreads  a  feaft  before  their  eyes  » 

With  healing  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
And  life  divine  that  never  dies. 

4  "  Come  now  faith  he  with  all  your  wantsa 
Behold  I  have  a  large  fupply  : 

The  foul  that  for  falvation  pants, 
May  freely  drink  and  never  die, 

5  I  love  to  give  the  weary  reR, 

And  feed  the  poor  with  living  bread  ; 
Tell  ev'ry  foul  that  would  be  bleft, 
The  Saviour  loves  to  do  them  good. 
HYMN   XLV1I.   Particular  Metre* 


•F 


The  heavenly  pilgrims, 
iLLOW  pilgrims  let  us  join 
Heart  and  voice  in  fongs  divine  i 


B.  II.  H  Y  M  NS,  M* 

Our  beloved  pafles  by, 
Calls  aloud  for  you  and  I. 

2  Like  the  warriors  let  us  rife, 
Carnal  pleafures  we  defpife  ; 
Storms  and  frowns  we  will  defy, 
With  our  maker  live  and  die. 

3  Earthly  friends  we  bid   adieu, 
Unlefs  they  will  be  pilgrims  too  ; 
We  rauft  not  our  Jefus  leave 
For  the  neareft  earthly  love. 

4  Jefus  is  our  only  friend,  J 
He  alone  makes  forrows  end  ; 

He  will  give  us  lading  peace, 
When  all  other  friends  fhall  ceafe<> 

5  Soon  we  fliali  his  love  enjoy, 
Where  no  trials  can  annoy, 

O  the  joyful  fweets  above  ! 
Ev'ry  joy  is  fill'd  with  love. 

6  Think  O  pilgrims,  can  it  be, 
This  is  ail  for  you  and  me  ! 

"Have  .we  found  our  fins  forgiv'n  ? 
Js  our  treafures  nov;  in  heav'n  ? 

*]   Ah  !    we've  found  redeeming  grace  j 
Vvre  will  run  '.he  Cbriftian  rare  ; 
Till  with  fhouting  we  fhall  rife, 
With  our  jefus  to  the  (kies. 

8   O  with  what  delight  we'll    fee^ 
Hiro  that  died  for  you  and  me  ! 


*ic  HYMN  S.  B.  II, 

'This  {hall  be  our  joyful  theme^ 
Amen,  worthy  is  the  Lamb  ! 

HYMN  XLVIII.     Long   Metre. 
Free  grace  proclaimed. 
j^IOME  trembling  fouls  forget  your  fear, 

\^/   For  your  eternal  friend  is  near  ; 
O  bow  your  fouls  before  his  face 
And  (hare  in  his  redeeming  grace. 

2  Long  time  he's  calPd  your  fouls  in  vain? 
And   yet  behold  he  calls  again  ; 

Once  more  in  love  he's  corne  to  try, 
Say,  finners  will  you  live  or  die  ? 

3  Though  long  you  have  his  grace  abus'd, 
And  ail  his  calls  for  love  refus'd  ; 

Yet  even    now  he  will  forgive, 
O  finners  hear  his  voice  and  live. 

4  Or  will  you  crowd  him  from  your  door$ 
That  he  may  never  call  no  more  ? 

Then  think,  O  fouis,  how  can  you  bear, 
To  fink  in  death  and  long  defpair  ? 

5  O  finners  hear,  he  calls  again, 
And  do  not  linger  on  the  plain  ; 
Leave  all  and  fly   to  Jefus'   arms, 

And  tafie,  O  tafte    his  heav'nly    charms, 
HYMN   XLIX.     Short    Metre. 
The  name  of  Chrijl  worthy  to  befpreafl, 
a  TJ  OUSE  ail  ye  fa.nts  of  God, 

JL\-      And  tell  the  world  his  love  : 
Koi  <  cafe  to  found'his  name-abroad, 
Till  you  awake  above. 


B.  II.  HYMN  S-.  xj3 

2  Sweet  is  the  Saviour's  name, 
To  all  that  ever  tafte  ; 

His  love  wiil  mourning  fouls  enflame? 
His  mercy  is  a  feaft. 

3  No  mortal  tongue  can  tell, 
How  Tweet  his  graces  be, 

But  thofe  that  jn   his  bofom  dwell. 
Who  often  tafte  and  fee.    , 

4  O  that  poor  fmners  knew, 
The  Tweet  nefs  of  his  name  ! 

They  would  become  the1  foil' wers  too5 
Of  this  defpifed  Lamb. 

5  And  is  this  Jefus  mine  ; 
Have  I  e'er  known  his  love 

Then  let  me  live  on  themes  divine, 
Till  I  (hall  foar  above. 

HYMN  L.      Common   Metre. 
For  tkefpreading  of  the  go/pel. 
ijjf~\   SPREAD  thy  faving  name  abroad 

\*^r      Thou  blefled  prince  of  peace  ; 
Bung  dying  fincers  home  to  God, 
And  make  their  forrows  ceafe. 

3   Since  thy  companion  dill  doth  yearn5 

O'er  wretched  men  fo  free, 
Help  them  O  Jefus  to  return, 

And  find  their  help  in  thee. 

3  O  let  them  tafte  the  Saviour's  love 

And  drink  immortal  joy  ; 
Let  fiarvinjr  fouls  no  Longer  roye 
To  fee  k  a  a  empty  toy. 


si4  H  Y  M  N  S,  B.IL 

4  Q  let  thy  blelTed   gofpel  run 
Through  all  thefe  {hades  of  night, 

Let  fouls  in  darknefs  feel  the  fon 
That  brings'.immortal  light. 

5  Then  in  the  beams  of  grace  divine 
Their  cheerful  fouls  will  fine  : 

Ten  thoufand  praifes  {hall  be  thine, 
O  thou  immortal  king  ! 

HYMN  LI.     Long  Metre. 
Theflrong  perfuafions  of  free  grace? 
idT\   SINNERS  fly  to  Jefus''  arms, 
\^r    Enjoy  his  everlafiing  charms  ; 
He  calls  you  to  a  heav'rily  feaft, 
O  come  poor  ftarving  fouls  and  tafte, 

2  Say  will  you  be  forever  blefi, 
And  with  the  heav'nly  Jefus  reft  ? 
He'll  fave  you  from  all  {in  and  pain 
And  you  {hall  in  full  glory  reign. 

3  Say  now  poor  fouls,  what  will  you  do  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Chrift  or  no  ? 
Make  now  the  choice  and  halt  no  more. 
For  Chrift  is  waiting  at  your  door. 

4  He  waits,  he  woos,  he's  loih  to  leave. 
And  will  you  not  his  word  believe  ? 
Why  will  you  let  this  Jefus  go, 

Say  will  you  have  this  Chrift  or  no  ? 

5  Once  more  I'll  afk  you  in  his  name, 
(I  know  his  love  is  ft  ill  the  fame) 
Will  you  be  fav'd  from  crdlefs  woe  ? 
Say  will  you  have  this  Chnft;  or  no  ? 


B.II.  HYMN  S.  iif 

HYMN  LI,I.      Common    Metre. 

When  met  for  zoorjhip. 

1  #^i  LAD  news  to  men  the  prince  of  peace 
\jf     Has  in  hisiriumphs.rofe  : 

From  death  and  hell  he  take-s  releafe, 
And  tramples  on  his  foes, 

2  Lord  may  thy  faints  this  d-ay  likew:fe3 
Some-heav'nly  jRrength  attain  ; 

From  earthly  clogs  and  darknefs  rife? 
And  fome  new  ooncjueits  gain. 

3  Give  us  the  quickning  of  thy  grace* 
To  chafe  our  floth  away  : 

And  may  the  fmiling  of  thy  face, 
Make  this  a  joyful   day. 

4  O  come  thou  beav'niy  fpirit  come. 
With  thy   infpiring  word  ; 

Call  ev'ry  wild  affection  home, 


5  Come  in  with  us,  thou  bleeding  Larais 
With  hledings  from  above  ; 

And  every  mourning  heart  inflame^ 
With  thy  redeeming  love, 

6  Let  flarving  finners  hear  from  thee? 
And  tafte  of  food  divine  ; 

O  fet  them  from  their  bondage  free9 
And  let  their  fouls  be  thine., 

HYMN    LI1L     Long  Metrs0 
The  fame. 
rT^LESS  us  this  day  O  Lord  our  God  ? 
JQ  And  ihed  redeeming  love  abroad  j 


ti6  HYMNS.  B.  IV. 

O   comfort  ev'ry  mourning  foul, 
And  make  the  wounded  fpirit  whole. 

2  Let  thofe  that  unconcern'd  appear 
Some  thund'ring  word  from  Sinai  hears 
That  they  may  fall  before  thy  face, 
And  (hare  in  the  Redeemer's  grace. 

3  Pity  thy  children  that  attend 
Mourning  the  abfence  of  their  friend  ; 

0  raile  their  drooping  fouls  above, 

And  cheer  them  with  their  father's    love. 

HYMN  LIV.     Particular  Metre, 
The  go/pel  call  to  faints  and  firmer  s. 

1  A    RISE  O  all  ye  faints  and  fing 
jlJLThe  conquefts  of  your  bleeding  King, 

Who  bled  and  died,  and  rofe  for  you  ; 
Let  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  voice, 
Rejo;ce,  rejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice, 

And  bid  your  forrows  all  adieu. 

2  Come  ail  ye  mourning  fouls  attend 
The  call  of  your  eternal  friend, 

Receive  his  grace  and  him  adore  \ 
Say  if  you  will  his  love  partake, 
Awake,  awake,  awake,  awake, 

From  death  and  live  forevermore. 

3  Come  guilty  mortals  as  you  be, 
He  fets  the   word  of  rebels  free, 

From  fear  and  darknefs,  death  and  hell  ; 
His  charming  voice  O  finnershear, 
Draw  near,  draw  near,  draw  near,  draw  near? 

Now  while  he  calls  and  with  him  dwell, 


B.  II.  H  Y  M  NS.  217 

4  O  fin-fick  finners  come  away, 
Let  not  your  fins  make  you  delay, 

But  come  with  ali  your  wounds  and  grief; 
Come  to  this  Jefus  as  you  are 
O  come,  O  come,  O  come.  O  come, 

With  all  your  grief  and  rind  relief. 

HYMN     LV.     Particular  Metre. 
The  fame, 
if**  GOD  news  for  you,  O  Adam's  race  ! 
\JF  From  heav'n  defcends  unbounded  grace 
The  great  Mefiiah  now  appears  ; 
A  mortal  frame  I  AM  a  (fumes  ; 
He  comes,  he  comes,  he  comes,  he  comes3 
And  to  the  world  his  love  declares. 

2  Sinners  behold  the  great  God-man, 
Your  friend  an  infant  of  a  fpan, 

Has  ftoop'd  to  dweli  below  the  ikies  ; 
Ye  mourners  bid  your  fears  adieu, 
For  you,  for  you,  for  you,  for  you, 

The  mighty  Saviour  freely  dies. 

3  And  now  from  door  to  door  he  goes 
A  man  of  for  row.,  and  of  woes, 

Lab'rir.g  to  fave  poor  fouls  from  hell  ° 
Mortals  behold  your  Saviour  near, 
O  hear,  O  hear,  O  hear,  O  hear. 

His  voice,  and  in  his  glory  dwell. 

4  Let  ev'ry  nation  know  his  name, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  his  love  proclaim  5 

Your  forrowt  owv  forever  e.esfs  : 


H  Y  M  N  S.  3, 

Lift  up  ycur  hearts  with  cheerful  voice, 
.Rejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice,   rejoice, 

And  praife  the  glorious  Prince  of  peace* 

HYMN  LVI.     Common  Metre. 

A  call  to  finn&rs. 
i    \   WAKE  ye  dying  fouls,  awake, 

JT\.     Behold  the  Saviour  (lands, 
Now  at  your  aVor  and  oft  doth  knock, 
With  pardon  in  his  hands. 

2  Why  will  you  di-s  when  J^fus  bleeds 
To  fave  your  foul  from  hell  ? 

And  now  he  waits,  and  woosand  plead:, 
That  you  would  with  him  dwell. 

3  O  hear  ye  mourning  finners  hear, 
And  now  receive  his  grace  : 

Immortal  glories  now  is  near, 
Come  and  thefe  glories  tafte. 

4  The  great  Jehovah  cails  you  home, 
To  everlafting  day  ; 

Come  O  ye  vvreiched  linners,  come, 
And  make  no  more  delay. 

5  There's  room  enough  in  Jefus'  arm:, 
For  ev'ry  mourning  foul  ; 

And  if  you're  fick  "his  heav'nly  charms. 
Will   make  your  fpirits  whole. 

6  He  freelv  died  that  he  might  fave 
You  from  eternal  woe  ; 

Say  now   poor  mortals,  will  you  have 
The  blefled  Chriil  or  no  ? 


Bill.  &  Y  M  K  S.  iiQ 

HYMN      LVII.      Particular  Metre. 
Chrijl's  death1  declares  his  grace  is  free. 
i    A   WAKE,  O  guilty  world  awake, 
Ji\.  Behold  the  earth's  foundations  (hake, 
While  the  Redeemer  bleeds  for  you  ! 
His  death  proclaims  to  alJ  your  race, 
iMree  grace,  free  grace,  free  grace,  free  gtace? 
To  all  the  Jews  and  Gentiles  too. 

2  Come  guilty  mortals  come  and  fee 
The  Saviour  on  the  curled  tree, 

For  you  all  drefs'd  in  purple  gcre  ; 
His  weight  of  woe  has  veil'd  the  fun, 
*Tis  done,  'tis  done,  'tis  done}  'tis  done^ 

That  man  might  live  forevermore. 

3  See  how  the  wounded  Lamb  of  God 
Extends  his  bleeding  arms  abroad 

To  fave  a  fallen  world  from  death  I 
Behold  him  in  his  agonies, 
He  dies,  he  dies,  he  dies,  he  dies* 

And  yields  the  laft  expiring  breath* 

4  He  dies  and  triumphs  over  death 
To  give  the  dead  immortal  birth, 

And  fpread  the  wonders  of  his  name  % 
Shout  mortals,  Ihout,  with  cheerful  voice., 
JRejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice,   rejoice, 

And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lamb. 

HYMN     LVIII.   Short  Mare. 
A  call  to  firmer s. 
iT  7T  THAT  more  could  Jefus  do, 

V  V       To  make  poor  finners  bicll  ?     L  £ 


12®  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.II. 

O  finners  bid  the  world  adieu, 
And  have  eternal  reft. 

2  Hi^  blood  was  freely  fpiit, 

To  lave  your  fouls  from  death  J 
And  to  remove  your  load  of  guilt, 
Gave  up  his  life  and  breath, 

3  And  can  you  now  refui'e 
Such  grace  and  dying  love  ? 

Will  you  his  goodnefs  all  abufe, 
And  Cight  the  joys  above  ? 

4  No  now'r  can  e'er  relieve 
Your  fouls  from  hell  but  he  : 

Believe,  O  wretched  men  believe, 
And  happy  {hall  you  be. 

5  His  goodnefs  knows  no  bound, 
Nor  will  his  love  foibear  ; 

What  ether  wretched  fouls  have  found, 
Your  mourning  fouls  may  fhare. 

6  His  golden  fceptre  waits, 
Willi  grace  and  pardon  free  ; 

O  touch  and  though  your  fins  are  great,. 
Yet  pardon 'd  you  IhaH  be. 

7  Behold  the  King  of  kings, 
Is  waiting  yet  for  you  ; 

And  ev'ry  word  glad  tidings  brings 
To  all  the  guilty  crew. 

8  Behold   the  purple  gcre, 
Which  from  his  wounds  did  flow, 


B.  II.  H  Y  M  K  S.  121 

A  fea  of  grace  without  a  more, 
To  fave  your  fouls  from  woe* 

g  O  call  your  guilty  fouls 

In  this  unbounded  fea  ; 
His  love  will  make  the  wounded  whole,. 

And  fet  the  pris'ner  free.. 


G 


HYMN  LIX.      Particular  Metre0 
On  the  birth  of  Chrijl* 


LAD  tidings- to  our  world  is  come 


Mortals  prepare  your  Saviour  room  | 
Lift  up  your  heads  forget  your  fears  '3 

The  great  Meffiah  from  above, 

With  boundlefs  love,  with  boundlefs  love3 
\Vithin  your  guilty,  realm  appears. 

2  Ten  thoufand  ferajphs  round  him  bow? 
And  angels  and  archangels  glow. 

From  the  bright  climes  of  heav'nly  day  y 
Shouting  they  hail  the  happy  morn, 
The  Saviour's  born,    the  Saviour's  born3- 

To  take  the  fin-ners  guilt  away. 

3  Let  kings  and  nations  all  attend. 
The  birih  of  their  eternal  friend  ; 

Lei  ev'ry  land  the  tidings  know, 
Heathens  for  fake  your  wood  and  ftone,. 
For  there  is  none,  for  there  is   none, 

But  Chrifl  can  (ave  from  endlefs  woe, 

W 

4  Hail,  dying  fouls,  your  friend  is  nigh. 
Believe  and  you  {hail  never  die  ; 

O  come  and  rei^n  wuh  Chrift  the  Lord '•% 


i2s  H  Y  M  N  S.  B*  It 

Ye  mourrers  bid  your  fears  adieu, 
He  calls  for  you,  he  calls  for  you, 

For  you  his  arms  are  ftretch:d  abroad. 

HYMN  LX,     Common  Metre. 
On  the  death  of  Chrifi. 
sTXARK   !    O  ye  fons  of  Adam,  hear 

JL  JL      Your  Saviour's  dying  breath  5 
And  all  ye  nations  far  and  near, 
Attend  your  Saviour's  death* 

2,   On  Calvary  behold  he  hangs, 

And  bleeds  and  dies  for  you  ; 
Crufh'd  with  the  weight  of  dying  pang? 

In  foul  and  body  too. 

3  This  is  th'  eternal  Son  of  God, 
That  fp ills  his  blood  fo  free  ; 

See  hovr  he  bears  the  heavy  load, 
O  guilty  world  for  ye  J 

4  Mortals  can  you  refufe  his  grace, 
And  all  his  love  defpife  ? 

Or  will  you  join  the  happy  race, 
With  him  that  never  dies  ? 

HYMN  LXI.     Long  Metre. 
On  the  name  of  Chrifi. 
i  Q^VEET  is  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lambj 

O      To  all  that  have  his  love  enjoy'd  ; 
They  tatting  third  ftill   for  the  fame, 

Their  fouls  with  love  can  ne'er  be  cloy'd, 

2  This  is  the  life  of  ev'ry  faint, 

And  ftr'ength  of  ev'ry  wounded  foul  \ 


B,  IX,  HYMNS.  sty 

i 
When  they  are  fick,  or  fore,  or  iainr, 
The  name  of  Jefus  makes  them  whole 

3  This  name  their  dying  fouls  will  fave, 
When  ev'ry  other  helper  fails  ; 

And  lift  them  from  the  tbreat'ning  grave  £ 
O'er  death  and  hell  this  name  prevails, 

4  This  name  will  ev'ry  foe  deftroy, 
And  give  the  heiplefs  finners  relt  ; 

This  name  will  be  eternal  joy, 

And  make  the  faints  forever  blefL 

5  O  may  this  name  my  foul  inflame. 
Long  as  I  walk  this  mortal  more  | 

Then  will  I  make  this  glorious  name. 
My  joys  and  theme  foreverraore. 

HYiMNLXII,     Short  Metre. 
An  invitation    to  jinnzrs  j  and  the  vanity  of  ail 

things   but    Chrijh, 
f^iNNERS;  the" Lord  would  fave' 

&3<     Your  fouls  from  death  and  hell  ;. 
And  joys  in  him  year  fouls  may  bave.,- 
Beyond  v/hat  tongue  can  tell. 

2   In  vain  you  fearch  the  earth? 

Through  all  its  good  to  find, 
Some  lafiingjoy  or  folid  mirtli-' 

To  cheer    the  hungry  mind, 

3-:  AHpleafires  dwell  in  Chrift, 

For  none  but  him   is  good  ; 
Gome  (larving  finners,  come  and ta2e* 

Of  ibis  immortal  food. 


i*4  HYMN  S.  B.  II. 

4  He  is  the  living  bread, 
And  fea  of  perfeft  blifs  ; 

His  life  and  love  can  raife  the  dead. 
And  make  all  forrows  ceafe. 

5  O  finners  hear  his  voice, 
While  he  is  at  your  door  ; 

In  perfeft  blifs  you'll  foon  rejoice, 
In  life  forevermore. 

HYMN  LXIII.     Long  Metre. 

Chriji*s  zoork,  and  love,  and  fuccefs  in  the  go/pel, 

i  IT    ORD,  in  the  chariot  of  thy  word, 

JLrf  Ride  forth  with  pow'r  thy  name  to  fpreaci 
Give  fpeed  unto  thy  gofpel  fword, 

Through  thefe  dark  regions  of  the  deada 

2  "  Lo.  faith  the  Saviour,  here  I  am, 
With  all  my  vefture  dip'd  in  blood  ", 

The  Free  Phyfician  is  my  name, 
Seeking  to  do  the  needy  good. 

3  I   love  to  feed  the  hungry  poor, 

To  heal  the  fick  and  raife  the  dead  ; 
I  love  to  fee  them  crowd  my  door, 

That  I  my  boundlefs  love  may  fpreado 

4  I  love  to  fct  thofe  pris'ners  free, 
That  are  in  debt  with  nought  to  pay  ; 

No  guilty  foul  ihat  comes  to  me, 
Shall  ever  go  condemn'd  away* 

5  Now  whrre's  your  guilty,  weak  and  poor, 
Your  fick,  your  deaf,  your  dead  yoar  blind  ? 


B.  II.  HYMN  S.  *££ 

Call  each  by  name  around  my  door, 
"  And  they  fhall  all  a  helper  find." 

6  Lord,  faith  the  poor  and  trembling  fold '9 

I  come  with  all  my  wants  to  thee  j 
My  fins  forgive,  my  wounds  make  whole. 

And  from  my  bondage  fet  me  free 

<j  "  Then,  faith  the  Lord  the  work  is  done^ 

It  was  for  you  I  bled|and  died  ; 
Caft  all  your  wants  on  me  alone, 

And  all  your  wants  (hall  be  fupply'd." 

8  0,  faith  the  foul,  my  Chriji  is  mine  J 
I  feel  thy  grace,  I  love  thy  name, 

And  I  will  be  forever  thine, 

0  Lord,  ts  found  thy  worthy  fame* 

9  Hofanna  !  let  the  chriftians  join, 
A  foul  is  added  to  our  band  ; 

And  welcome  foul,  the  prize  is  thine, 
To  reign  with  us  at  Cbrift's  right  hand, 

2  0   Amen,  with  joy  our  fouls  (hall  fing, 
And  let  the  fame  refound  abroad  ; 

Amen,  all  glory  to  our  king, 

A  foul  is  born  to  Chrift  our  God. 

HYMN  LXIV.      Common   Metre. 

Worthy  is  the  Lamb, 

1    A   MAZING  love,  unbounded  grace? 
JLJL     Through  the  Redeemer's  name  ; 
Let  mortal  and  immortal  race 
C*y  "  Worthy  is  thz  Lamba'\ 


*«6  HYMNS.  B.I1 

2  The  mighty  Saviour  from    the   flues, 
Comes  down  to  bear  our  fhame  ; 

Beneath  our  guilt  he  bleeds  and  dies, 
"  All  worthy  is  the  Lamb." 

3  Ten  thoufand  thoufand  thanks  is  due*. 

0  Jefus  to  thy  name  ; 

Let  fames  above  and  angels  too,, 
Cry  "  worthy  is  the:iLamb. 

4  And  we  on  thofe  immortal  plains, 
Infpir'd  with  facred  flame, 

E'er  long  {hall  raife  the  higheft.  {trains 
Of  "  zoorthy  is  the  Lamb." 

H  Y  M  N     LXY. 
Chrifi  and  cyouth  in  a  dialogue. 
i  "TESUS  from  the  bright  realms  above  ; 

1  Stoops  codifplay  his  boundlefs  love  5 
Calling  the  word  of  finners  home, 

And  courting  children  in  their  bloom. 

2  "  Return  faith  he,  thou  precious  youth 
To  me  the  way.  the  life  the  truth  ; 
Partake  my  grace  enjoy  my  love, 

And  fet  yc-ur  hearts  on  things  above. 
Youth. 

3  Lord,  I  would  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
And  in  thy  fervice  might  rejoice  ; 

But  I  am  chain' d  to  things  below, 
And  cannot  let  ?ny  plsafurc  go. 

Christ. 
,4   Your  eajj0fl#c  joys  afford  no  peace, 
.a  And  all  thofe  pleafures  foon  mufl  cea' 


B.  II.  H  Y  M  N-S.  i 

Why  will  you  then  purfue  fuch  toys, 
And  lofe  my  xverlafting  joys  ? 
Youth. 

5  /  know  my  joys  are.  vrix'd  with  feat s 
Andfoon  they  all  muji  dif appear  ,* 
But  I  no  other  pleafures  know, 
Therefore  I  cannot  let  them  go, 

Christ. 

6  Nor  can  vou  greater  pleafures  find, 
While  to  thefe  earthly  joys  inclin'd  ' 
But  if  you'll  hear  my  gracious  voice? 
You  loon  fnall  find  fuperior  joys. 

Youth. 
*j  Butfiould  I  nozo  attend  thy  call, 
And  think  to  make  the  Lord  my  all, 
Ten  thoufand foes  would  foon  engage 
Againft  my  foul  with  all  their  rage, 

Christ. 

8  What  mighty  foes  are  thofe  you  fee, 
That  makes  you  dread  to  follow  me  ? 
Point  them  tome,  I  can  defiroy, 

Or  chain  them  that  they  can't  annoy. 
Youth. 

9  The  lefs  of  pleafures,  earth's  ejteem, 
The  fear  of  man,  reproach,  andfJiame.  % 
Hard  trials  intkis  chrifian flight, 
And  conflitls  with  the^pow'rs  of  night. 

Christ, 
io   More  than  my  love  doft  thou  eireem, 
Vain  man's  applaufe,  and  call  it  fliame 
To  bear  my  crofs,  fear  pow'rs  of-hell  ; 
"Yet  choofe  forever  there  to  dwell  ?  M 


123  H  Y  M  N  S,  .3.  lh 

Youth, 
i  i    My  picas  are  vain  0  God  forgive  ; 
What  can  I  do,  how  can  I  live, 
Chained  down  with  twice  ten  tkouf and  fears : 
Surrounded  with  ten  t houj and fn ares  ? 

Christ. 

12  If  you  from  fuch  fmall  trials  Shrink 
How  will  you  bear  e'er  long  to  fink 
In  ali  the  fears,  and  pains  of  hell. 
Where  you  are  juftly  dcom'd  to  dwell  ? 

Youth. 

13  Truth  Lord,  but  3L&ni  now  Jo  deep 
In  Hindnefs,  darkncfsl  death  andfuep9 
Thofe further  fcenes  do  all  butfecm, 
An  empty  found,  an  id! 2  dream. 

Christ. 
24  Then  more  you  need   my  call  to  hear, 
Who  fees,  vonr  wretched  doom  fo  near  ; 
And  if  y'ou/fe  dark,  and  dead  and  bhnd3 
The  more  you  need  relief  to  find. 

Youth. 
15    Lt>rd  zohat  thoufayfi  I  can't  denyt 
And  0  I  fear  my  doom  is  nigh  j 
I  now  begin  to  feel  my  woe, 
J'i'hdt  fiall  I  do  where  fliall  I  go, 

CrlR  1ST. 

i  G    Arife  dear  vcnn,  you  need  not  fear, 
If  vo'-i  wiij  but  my  ipint  hear  ; 
Accent  my  crrace  and  follow  me, 
A  rid  happy  days  ypu  foon  ihall  fee.- 


B,-ir.*         -       H  Y  M  N   S.  i£9 

Youth. 
i"j  I  would,  0  God  with  joy  attend, 
j'f  I  was  furl  thou  was  my  friend  ; 
j&ut  unbelief  and  darknefs  reign s9 
And  I  am  bound  with  heavy  chains, 

Christ. 
*8  Though"  darknefs  reigns,  and  you  now  dwell 
Juft  on  the  verge  of  deaih  and  hell, 
Yet  fear  them  not,  I'll  be  thy  friend, 
Truft  me  and  all  thy  fears  fhaii  end. 

Youth. 
i'9  0  God  Tarn  undone  I  fee. 
And  dare  not  {lay  but  cannot  flee  :' 
Hew  can  I  have  my  fms.forgiv'n  ? 
iiowfiall  I  find  the  way  to  hzav'n  ? 

Christ. 
so   I  am  the  way.  the  heav'n,  the  prize,- 
The  life,  the  flreng'tb,  the  ears,  the  eyes, 
I '41  be  thy  portion  and  thy  guide, 
And  all  thy  wants  fhaii  be  fupply'd. 

Youth. 
2i;  Then  hdplefs,  Lord,  to  thee  I  ccmet       i 
With  all  my  wants  juft  as  I  am  : 
Thy  face  in  loveO  let -vie  fee, 
And  take  my  wretched  foul  to  thee, 

Christ. 
22   In  love  behold  thy  Saviour's  face  ; 
Believe  my  word,  receive  my  grace  ; 
Enjoy  my  love  ;    I'll  be  thy  God, 
And  thou  art  mine  redeem'd  with  blood. 


*£•  H  Y  M  N  3, 

Youth. 
23    0  God  my  God,  I  feel  thy  voice  1 
Thy  love  makes  all  my  foul  rejoice  j 
Ah  !  joys  beyond  what  tongue  can  telly 
Koto  I  have  found  doth  in  thee  dwell, 

&4   0  Lord  my  foul  belongs  to  thtz% 
And  now  x  knon>  thou  died  for  me 
All  things  in  Jefus  now  is  mine9  . 

And  all  the  glory  fall  be  thine, 

HYMN  LXVI.     Common  Metre, 
An  awakened  firmer. 

1  Y    WANDER  like  a  captive  (lave, 
JL      In  ftrades  of  death  and  night 

No  friend  nor  happineis  I  have, 
Nor  giimpfe  01  cheering  light. 

2  Ten  thoufand  fnares  befet  my  way, 
And  llorms  of  fury  roll, 

And  foes  like  cruel  beafts  of  prey, 
Are  thirfting  for  my  foul. 

3  Nor  do  I  wifii  for  reft  or  peace3 
But  from  the  realmr.  above  ; 

O  Jefius  make  my  forrows  ceafe, 
With  »hy  redeeming  love. 

4  O  fefus  let  me  hear  thee  f?.v, 

<;  Fear  not  thou  art  my  friend  ;** 
Give  me  a  giimpfe  of  beav*tj|y  day% 
And  joys  that  never  end. 


B.II.  H  Y  M  N  S.  131 

HYMN  LXVIi;   Common  Metre. 
Defirirtg  tofpread  the  name  of  J  ejus, 
*jT~\    COULD  I  tread  from  pole  to  pole3 

%^f      With  my  redeemer's  name,  - 
How  gladiv  would  my  active  foul 
The  joyful  news  proclaim  ! 

2   My  life  and  flrength  I'd  freely  fpend,- 

Through  years  of  grief  and  woe, 
If  Jefus  would  with  pow'r  attend. 

The  gofpel  trump  to  blow, 

3  To  dying  Tinners  I" would  go, 
And  lead  their  fouls  to  heav'n  ; 

That  they  might  the  Redeemer  know, 
And  find  their  fins  forgiv'n. 

4  I'd  bring  m?    thoufands  round  the  feet 
Of  my  eternal  king, 

Where  they  mould  find  a  Happy  feat,. 
And  endlefs  praifes  fine. 

HYMN   LXVII.     Commsn     Metre; 
De firing  to  be  wholly  for  Chrijl, 

IWOl  LD  be  wl  07  for  my  God,, 
And  hourly  tafie  his  love, 
And  fpread  his  glorious-name  abroad, 
Where  e'er  I  reft  or  rove. 

2  The  Lamb  who  gave  his  iife  for  me- 

My  foul  would  fo  enjoy, 
That  his  redeeming  love  ftiouid  be 

My  life  and    whole  eropioy. 

j  Then  (hould  my  fou!  one  day  be  found 
Within  the  peaceful  fnore,  M  a 


132  HYMNS.  B.  U 

Where  I  fnal!  with  arch  angels   found 
His  name  forevermore. 

4  There  I  of  love  would  drink  my  fill, 

Within  rny  Saviour's  arms  : 
Complete  in  joy,  and  growing  (hil 

By  his  attracting  charms. 

HYMN  LXVIII..    Long  Metre, 
The  fame. 

'(~\   WHEN  ^ear  Jefus  ^  l  be 
\^J    Devoted  life  and  foul  to  thee  ? 

In  wifdotns  ways  O  may  I  tread, 

By    thy  unerring  fpirit  led. 

2  O  let  me  often  Tee  thv  face, 

And  feaft  upon  redeeming  grace  \  \ 

And  by  thy  word  teach  rce  to  knew 
JMy  Saviour's  will  where  e'er  I  go, 

3  O  never,  never  let  me  rove  ; 
Frorri"  thee  my  Father  and  my  love  % 
But  fix  my  heart  on  things  above 
My  condaiU  theme  fha!l  be  thy  love. 

4  Where  e'er  I  go  I'll    always  tell 
What  gooaoefs  in  try  Gcd  doih  dwell, 
That  other  ttarving  fouls  may  know 
Xliy  name,  and  Uile  thy  goodnefs  too. 

HYMN  LX1X.     Long  Metre, 
To  the  profave, 
4*\/^"^'^T|~  tot&rtals,  wi'l  vou  thus  hlafpheme 
V  V   That  name 


name  which  all  the  heaves  adore  ? 


&.  It.  H  Y  M  N  Sfe  *b{ 

And  for  a  (hort  delufive   dream, 
Torment  yourfelves  forevermore. 

2  O  think*  poor  fouls,  how  near  you  ftandt 
To  an  eternal  guiph  of  pain  I 

Your  fleeting  days  are  but  a  fpan, 
And  certain  death  comes   on  again* 

3  Soon  will  you  feel  the  fatal  blow, 
And  fhudder  on  the  verge  of  Hea'.h  5 

With  what  reluctance  will   you  go, 

When  drawing  your  expiring  breath  ? 

6  O  roufe,  unthinking  mortals -roufe  ; 

Ana   flee  thofe  gaping  jaws  of  hell  ; 
Kow  can  you  bear,  why  will  you  choofe5 

In  everlasting  pains  to  dwell  r* ' 

5  The  gofpei  founds  the  Saviour's  grace. 
Go  bow  before  (hat  worthy  name  ; 

Go  fpread  your  wants  before  his  face, 

And  plead  his  love  and  own  your  (name, 

6  Who  knows  but  love  fo  long  refus'd, 
May  ilretch  an  arm- of  grace  for  you, 
And  that  fweet  name  fo  much  ahus'd 
May  yet  forgive,  and  blefs  you  too  I 

HYMN  LXX.     Particular  Metre* 

The  thoughtful  Jailor's  confejivn. 

1  IT  T'QW  oft  unthinking  faiiors  feel, 
JL  JL  The  ftagg'rinor  {hip  like  drunkards  reel 
And  tremble  o'er  the  wat'ry  graves  \ 


$3#>  M  Y  M  N  3.  B.  II. 

And  yet  how  many  foon  forget, 
Tb.3  horrors  of  the  gaping  pit, 

And  thai  almighty  arm  that  faves  ? 

2  When  trem'biing  o'er  the  eternal  fiate, 
Our  hopes  are  fmail  our  fears  are  great  ; 

The.n  we  lament  the  diftant  Chore  ; 
When  {laming  fulphurs  through  the   iky, 
Like  {heels  of  liquid  fire  doth  fly, 

And  belPwing  thunders  round  us  roar, 

3  The*!  we  expeO  immediate  death. 
And  figh  and   groan  at  ev'ry  breath, 

O  for  fome  mighty  pow'r  to  fave  ! 
We  vow  in  that  d  tit  re  fling  hour 
To  God  for  h;s  delivering  pow'r, 

To  fave  us  from  the  gaping  grave. 

4  The  Lord  iook«  down  with  pitying  eye, 
He  hears  the  trembling  failors'  cry, 

,    And  comes  to  make  his  mercv  known  ! 
He  bids  the  threat 'ning  ftorms  fubfide, 
And  calms  the  fwellings  of  the   tide, 

And  makes  the  thund'ring  clouds  return.- 

5  Then  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  (hore, 
Our  trembling  fighsaml  cries  are  o'er, 

And  glad  we  tread  the  folid  land  ; 
But  O  our  cries  are  loon  forgot, 
We  made  our  vows  but  paid  them  not, . 

And  thus  abus'd  the  hcav'nly  hand0 

6*  Returning  to  our  fins  again, 
Forget  hts  kindnefs  and  our  pain,. 
Long  as  we  feel  a  carnal  peace, 


■  3.  II,     ,  H  Y  M  N  S.  135; 

Good  Lord  forgive  the  wretched  crew, 
Before  that  florm   which  doth  purfue, 
Roll  on  our  heads  and  never  ceafe. 

■  HYMN  LXXL     Short  Metre, 
The  chriftian  furpris' d  at  Chrijl's  love, 

1  A   ND  didft  thou  die  for  me, 

JL%     O  thou  blefs'd  Lamb  of  God  ? 
And  had  thou  brought  me  home  to  thee? 
By  thine  own  precious  blood  ? 

2  How  could 'ft-  thou  (loop  £0  low  ? 
G-what  amazing  grace  I 

He  faves  me  from  eternal  woe, 
And  gives  me  heav'nly  peace, 

3  My  foul  how  can  it  be, 
That  jefus  freely  bore 

The  pangs  of  death  and  hell  for  nv5 
And  yet  I  love  no  more  1 

4  G  'et  me  now  arife. 
And  foar  to  realms  above, 

And  (touting  grace,  with  fv/eet  furprife, 
On  fuch   amazing  love  I 

,HYMN  LXXJI.     Common  Metre, 
The  fame. 
2  I      t^art-fie  Son  of  God  who  cries, 

«&.      Upon  (he  bloody  tree  ? 
C  can  it  be  the  Saviour  dies 
For  fuch-a  wretch  as  me  !  i 

2  He  groans,  he  dies,  and  yieUs  his  breafjy 

And  gives  lus  li£o  aw ayj . 


7-36-  H  Y  MNS.  B.I?T 

To  bring  me  from  eternal  death, 
To  everlafiing  day. 

3  O  mud  his  heart,  his  wounded  fou!? 
The  pond'rous  load  fuftain, 

To  make  my  guilty  confcience  whole?. 
And  fave  from  endlefs  pain  i 

4  How  can  my  heart  refufe  to  melt 
Wrfen  Jefus  dies  for  me  ! 

No  pains,  nor  grief  was  ever  felt 
As  feltj  O  Lord,  by  thee, 

HYMN  LXXIIL     Common  Metre, 
The  go/pel  call  by  Chrifl's  ambajfador* 
J/f^  LAD  tidings  to  the  world  is  come, 

\JF     O  wretched  tinners  hear  ; 
Good  news  from  Jefus  I  proclaim  ; 
The  Tinner's  friend  is  near. 

2  Hark  how  he  cails  and  calls  for  voUj- 
O  hear  his  charming  voice   ; 

Bid  all ;  your  carnal  joys  adieu? 
And  in  his  name  rejoice. 

3  Cafi  all  your  righteoufnefs  away, 
And  come  with  all   your  goih  \ 

Jefus  will  be  vour  help  and    ftay,. 
For  you  Kite  blood  was  fpiit. 

4  If  e'er  you  think   to  isnd  in  heav'n- 
And  fliare  the  joys  above, 

Come  now  and  have  your  fins  forgiv'n-; 
Andtalie  redeeming  love. 


B.-IL  F*Y  M  N  S.  137 

JEIYMN  LXXIV.      Co7*ww?«   AT#r$. 

The  fame. 
i/*~\    SINNERS  make  the  Saviour  room, 

\y      And  iet  your  bars  remove  ; 
To  day  with  boundiefs  grace  he's  come, 

And  courts  you  with  his  blood. 

2  Free  grace  the  chriftians   all  dqclare, 
And  Chri ft  dec-lares  the  fame  ; 

Free  grace  we've  found  and  you  may  mare? 
Fly  finners  to  the  Lamb. 

3  Eternal  life  is  worth  your  choice, 
Why  will  you  go  to  hell  ? 

O  hear  this  day  the  Sav iota's  voice, 
And  in  his  bofom  dwell. 

HYMN  LXXV.     Common  Metre, 

Tkejamt. 

3^~\   SINNERS  hear  the  gofpel  call, 

\— r      And  have  your  fins  forgiv'n  ; 
Receive  the  Lord  and  fhare  in  all, 
The  life  and  joys  of  heav'n. 

2  To  day  the  Saviour  calls  for  you. 
And  offers  you  his  love  ; 

Say,  will  you  bid  your  gods  adieu, 
And  reign  with  Chriir  above  ? 

3  Why  -tinners  will  you  disbelieve,    - 
When  Jelus  dies -lb  free  ? 

O  come  and  vou  (hall  ^race  receive* 
For  JeJas  dies  for  ye.. 


138  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.IL 

HYMN  LXXVI.     Particular  Metre. 

Met  for  zocrfnip. 

1  A    LL  hail  tbou  lovely  Lamb   of  God, 
jJjT%m  This  day  with  us  make  thine  abode, 

And  cheer  our  fpirits  with  thy  love    ; 
We  long  to  fee  thy  fmiiing  face, 
And  run  with  thee  the  chnltian  race, 

To  thine  eferrral  realms  above. 

2  O  heal  the  fick  and  raife  the  dead, 
And  feed  us  with  immortal  bread  ; 

Warm  ev'ry  heart,   locfe  e> 
O  let  thy  love  our  fouls  inflame, 
V/e  {hall  rejoice  to  feel  thy  name, 

And  make  redeeming  love  our  fong, 

3  We  love  thy  name,  and  long  to  feel 
More  of  thy  love  and  thirfling  ftill, 

Our  fouls  for  larger  draughts  would  fear  2 
Nor  would  we  e'er  contented  be, 
'Till  all  our  foul-,  are  made  like  thee, 
And  fafely  reach'd  the  heav'niy  fhore. 

4  We  almoft  long  to  quit  this  Hage, 
That  all  our  pow'rs  might  once  engage 

To  love  and  praife  without  annoy.; 
Then  as  immortal  flars  we'll  fhine, 
In  glory.  Lord  forever  thine, 

And  folace  in  unmingled  joy. 

HYMN  LXXVII.     Long  Metre. 
The  chrifiians  inviting  finners . 
r"0  TNNERS   attend,  the  Saviour's  come, 
fKJ  To  bring  the  worfl  of  rebels  home  ; 


B.  II.  HYMN  &  «39 

O'er  dying  fouls  his  bowels  move, 
His  grace  is  free,  bis  name  is  love, 

2  We've  feen  his  face,  and  heard  his  voice* 
Enjoy'd  his  love,  and  muft  rejoice, 

And  can  but  court  you  to  his  naoie, 
O  finners  come  enjoy  the  fame. 

3  Againft  the  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
We  have  ail  vow'd  with  Chrift  to  dwell  % 
He's  gone  before,  and  we'll  purfue, 

O  finners  fellow.  Jefus  too„ 

4  Our  names  are  with  the  fons  of  God, 
Eternal  life  is  our  reward  ; 

Chrift  fights  the  battle  winds  the ■* ace,    , 
While  we  believe  and  fmg^free  grace* 

5  To  gain  the  crown  Jehovah  dies 
W7hile  we  look  en  and  (hare  the  prize  J 
The  more  we  gaze  the  more  we  have, 
The  mere  we  get  the  more  we  love. 

6  Come  finners  (hare  a  glorious  part, 
-One  view  of  Chrift  will  melt  your  heart  ; 
And  you  with  ail   the  faints  may  reft, 
And  reign  eternal  ages  bleft, 

■*j   Soon  by  our  Prince  the  field  is  won, 
All  fightings  and  our  for  rows  done  ; 
And  we  (hall  with  archangels  {hare* 
O  finners  have  a  manfion  there. 

8  There  we  (hall  fail  in  feas  of  love, 
And  foar  through  ail  the  realms  above  S 


i4o  HYMNS.  R-H, 

Millions  of  fy  Hems  join  as  one. 
In  one  eternal  long,   Amen. 

HYMN  LXXVI1I.     long  Metre. 
Free  fa  Iv  at  ion. 
l9HT"*WA$  God  himfelf  became  the   Lamb, 
JL.     To  bear  the  Tinner's  guilt  and  (Iwmc  > 
^Tis  God  who  offers  grace  to  me  ; 
Sure  then  his  mercy  mutt  be  free. 

2  It  is  a  God  who  cannot   lie,\ 
Who  offers  grace  to  you  and  I.; 
O  let  us  all  his  word  believe, 
And  we  fhall  all  his  love  receive, 

3  Let  none  prefume  his  grace  to  bound, 
And  make  his  oath  an  empty   found. 
For  he's  confirming  by  an  oath, 

He  has  no  pleasure  in  our  deaih, 

4  Now  ev'rv  wretched  foul  who  will 
May  come  and  have  thrir  fins  forgiv'n, 

And  ev'ry  foul    who  goes  to  hell, 

Are  of  their  choice  {hut  out  of  heav'n. 
HYMN  LXXIX.     Particular    Metre, 
Early  piety, 

1  "TriSUS  i*  my  youthful  bloom, 
J      Take  me  to  thee'  as  I  am  ; 

I, .re  and  foul  I  now  refign, 

And.wiii  be  forever  thine. 

&   Since  thou  gave  thy  life  for  me, 
Lo-d  I'll  give  my  foul  to  thee. 
Wafh  me  in  ihy  precio;:s  blocd, 
J 'it  me  to  enjoy  my  God, 


B.  II.  HYMNS,  141 

3  Guard  my  fact  from  ev'ry  fnare, 
Make  my  life  and  foul  thy  care  ; 
Often  let  me  fee  thy  face, 

Feel  and  fing  redeeming  grace, 

4  Let  my  heart,  my  life  and  tongue, 
Make  thy  bleffed  name  my  fong  ; 

Bid  all  other  loves  adieu  ;  j 

Only  thee  I  would  purfue. 

5  I  mull  never  think  it  fhame. 
For  to  own  thy  worthy  name  9 
Left  one  day  thou  me  defpife, 
And  at  laft  reject  my  cries. 

6  But  it  thou  wilt  give  me  grace, 
I  will  run  the  chriftian  race  ; 
Then  receive  me  to  thy  home, 
Where  reproaches  never  come, 

*]  There  from  all  the  florms  of  hell  5 
With  my  Jefus  I   fhall  dwell  ; 
He  will  own  my  worthlefs  name 
In  his  bright  records  of  fame. 

8  O  for  that  immortal  crown  I 
Jefus  fertd  the  tokens  down  ; 
Tell  me  Lord,  fhall  I  be  there  ? 
O  let  me  with  angels  fhare  I 

HYMN  LXXX,     Particular  Hdru 
The  happy  youth, 
lTX  THILE  I  am  bieft  with  youthful  bloom 
V  V     I  will  purfue  that  facred  Lamb 
Vv  ho  bled  and  died  forme  ; 


?;4i  HYMN  S.  B.  II. 

If  God  infpire  my  heart  with  prace, 
And  let  me  fee  his  fmiling  face, 
A  pilgrim  I  will  be. 

2  I'll  leave  the  world  with  all  its  toys. 
And  feek  thofe.far  fuperior  joys 

That  doth  in  Jefus  dwell  ; 
If  Jefus  be  my  God  and  King, 
Immortal  triumphs  I  will  fing 

O'er  all  the  pow'rs  of  heii. 

3  A  frowning  world  I  will  defy, 
And  all  its  fiatt'ring  charms  deny, 

If  Jefus  ftands  my  friend  ; 
Not  long  have  I  the  norm  to  {land, 
Of  this  enfnaring  barren  land  ; 

My  conflicts  foon  will  end, 

4  Jefus,  my  friend,  my  caufe  will  plead? 
Conduct  rap  ileps,  fu'pply  my  need, 

And  never  let  me  fall  ; 
Jefus  will  all  my  foes  cleft roy, 
Will  be  my  life,  my  ftrength,  my  joy, 

Jelus  is  all  in  all. 

5  With  joy   I'll  fpend  my  fleeting  days, 
To  found  abroad  my  Saviour's  praife, 

And  tell  the  world  his  love  ; 
And  v.-hen  I  quit  this  mortal  ftsge 
J  {haH  in  facred  ftrains>  engage, 

With  ail  the  faints  above. 

6  There  I  mall  with  my  Jefus  dwell, 
In  joys  beyond  what  tongue   can  telly. 

On  that  immortal  »hore  ; 


B.U.  H  Y  M  N  S.  143 

Jefus  my  love  {hall  be  my  joy, 
His  praifes  be  my  fweet  employ, 
And  part  from  him  no  more. 

HYMN  LXXXI.     Long  Metre, 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  love. 
3^"\   HOW  unbounded  was  that  love 

\^     That  bled  to  fave  a  guilty  race  I 
The  Saviour  {loops  from  realms  above, 
To  fpread  abroad  his  boundlefs  grace 

2  Behold  the  great  MeiTiah  hang?, 
And  bleeds  upon  the  (hameful  tree, 

And  there  "he  drank  death's  bitter  pangs. 
That  we  from  death  might  all  be  free. 

3  Fain  would  my  foul  arife  and  tell? 

My  Saviour's  love  from  more  to  more^ 
That  millions  might  return  and  dwell 
With  Jefus,  and  his  name  adore. 

4  But  O  !  I  mourn  beneath  my  chains, 

And  can  but  Jift  a  faint  defire  ; 
Impatient  for  thofe  lofty  ftrains, 

Where  angels  burn  with  facred  hre* 

£  O  all  ye  dilenta-ngled  faints, 

This  glorious  theme  belongs  to  you  ! 
When  death  diflblves  my  long  complaints, 
I'll  flrike  the  higher!  praifes  too. 

HYMM  LXXXII.     long    Metre. 
A  call  tojinners, 

SINNERS  behold  your  Saviour  God, 
Wilh  his  extended  arms  abroad  + 
N  2 


144  HYMN  S.  B.II. 

For  you.  for  you,  his  bowels  move, 
And  calls  you  to  redeeming  love. 

2  Why  will  you  die  when  Jefus  ihnds, 
"With  life  eternal  in  his  hands  ? 

His  goodnefs  knows  no  bound  nor  fhore, 
O  tafte  and  live  forever  more. 

3  Let  not  his  pity  wait  in  vain  ; 
Do  not  reject  his  love  again  ? 

O  hear  his  moft  endearing  charms, 
And  fly  for  mercy  to  his  arms. 

4  Then  (hall  your  fouls  forever  know, 
What  bleuiags  from  his  goodnefs  now, 
Nor  will  he  ever  leave  you  more, 

Till  fafe  you've  reached  the  heav'nly  ihore. 

HYMN  LXXXIIJ.     Short   Mitre, 
'Pfjring  of  Chriji, 
ig^\    LORD  how  can  I  live, 

V-r      Or  ever  happy  be, 
JSxccpt  thou  doth  thy  fpirit  give, 
To  bring  me  home  to  thee  ! 

2  I  want  thy  love  to  tafre, 

And  know  thou  art  my  God,    " 
O  bring  me  to  the  gofpel  feair, 
And  feed  mew.th  thy  word, 

3  Ten  thoufand  worlds  won't  do, 
To  make  a  finner  bled, 

O  could  1  bid  the  world  adieu, 
And  find  eternal  reft, 


B.  II.  H  Y  M  N  &  s45 

4  My  life  itfelf  is  woe, 

-  My  joys  are  mix'd  with  grief, 
Where  but  to  thee  frail  finnersgo3 
O  God  to  find  relief? 

5  To  thee  my  foul  would  look, 
And  plead  the  Saviour's  blood  ; 

5Twas  the  finner's  burden  took 
To  bring  them  home  to  God, 

6  O  let  my  foul  be  one 

Who  {hall  enjoy  thy  grace, 
That  I  may  worffiip  at  thy  throne, 
And  fee  thy  fmiling  lace. 

*j  O  may  I  know  thy  Iove3 

And  fpend  ray  days  in  peace, 
Then  found  thy  name  in  realms  above, 
When  death  and  fin  (hall  ceafe, 

HYMN  LXXXIV.     Long  Metre, 

Praying  for  the  falv aiion  cj finnzrs* 

iT    OR D  why  (hould  finners  go  to  hell, 

JL-4  And  in  eternal  darknefs  dwell, 
When  Jefus  fpiit  his  precious  blood 
To  bring  the  word  of  fouls  to  God   ? 

2   O  God  of  love  thy  grace  difplay, 
And  take  their  chains  of  death  away  5 
That  they  may  know  that  thou  art  love, 
And  reign  with  thee  in  realms  above, 

4  Though  they  are  dead,  yet  call   them  forth, 
From  the  ftrong  pow'rs  of  fin  and  death  5 
And  let  them  feel  a  life  divine, 
And  bej  0  God  forever  thine, 


*4<S  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  II. 

[HYMN  LXXXV.     Common  Metre. 
The  pilgrims'  Jong. 
l^TE  foll'wers  of  the  heav'nly  king, 
^,        Who  think,  your  journey  long, 
Come  as  we  journey  let  us  fing 
A  note  of  Sion's  fong. 

2  We  will  forget  all  things  behind,     * 
And  ev'ry  idof  dear, 

We're  to  the  heav'nly  lands  inclin'd, 
And  that  bleft  land  is  near. 

3  Away  from  earthly  charms  and  friend^ 
We'll  bid  you  all  adieu, 

Unlefs  you  join  the  pilgrims  hands, 
And  be  a  pilgrim  too. 

4  We're  bought  with  the  Redeemer's  blood. 
And  muft  forfake  you  all  ; 

Our  mailer  calls  us  home  to  God, 
And    we'll  obey  the  calf. 

5  Soor*  we  fhall  fee  the  happy  day, 
And  walk  the  peaceful  more  ; 

Our  doubts  and  fears  be  done  away 
And  we  ftell  mourn   no  more. 

HYMN  LXXXVI.     Long   Metre. 

Chrijl  calling  for  /inner s. 

li(  /~10ME,  faith  the  Lord,  O  finners  come, 

V^  And  make  my  kingdom  your  bleu*  home 
44    And  you    fitall  l^ave  all  death  and  pann, 
<;  And  in  eternal  glory  reign. 

2   "  My  arms  of  love  areflrefch'd  for  you, 
O  corns  and  bid  your  fears  adisu  • 


fi.  II,  HYMN  S.  s4^f 

"  From  foes  and  florms  I'll  give  you  reftj 
6i  And  make  your  fouls  forever  Meft. 

3   "  Say,  will  you  with  my  people  go, 
ii  And  be  redcem'd  from  endlefs  woe  ? 
84  O  come  and  have  your  fins  forgiven, 
**  And  tafte  the  boundiefs  joys  of  heav'n." 
HYMN  LXXXVII.     Common  Metre, 
Defiring  Ciirijl  above  all  things. 
1\  4T  ETH1NKS  I  long  to  fee  thy  face3 

AVJL     O  thou  indulgent  God, 

To  taiie  the  fweetnefs' of  thy  gracer 

And  fpread  thV  name  abroad. 

2  Jefus  let  thy  heav'niy  arms, 
Encircle  me  around, 

And  lift  my  heart  above  the  charmsf 
Of  this  enchanted  ground, 

3  Let  lofty  themes  my  foul  infpire, 
To  foar  for  joys  above  ; 

My  heart  inflame  with  the  fweet  fire 
Of  thine   immortal  love. 

4  O  let  the  glories  of  thy  name. 
My  life  and  breath  employ, 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  of  thought  inflame 
With  pure  feraphic  joy. 
HYMN  LXXXVIII.     Common  Metrfa 
Longing  for  meekntjs  and  hwinilityt 
l  £~\   FOR  the  lpirit  of  the  Dove, 
\^      To  bow  this  heart  of  mine  J 
Lord  let  my  foul  enjoy  thy  love, 
And  find  a  peace  divine, 


2  O  for  the  meeknefs  of  the  Lamb, 
To  Walk  with  thee  my  God  ! 

Then  (hould  I  feel  thy  lovely  name, 
And  feed  upon  thy  word. 

3  Jefus,  I  long  to  love  thee  more, 
And  life  divine  purfue  ; 

1  love  thy  worlhip,  name  adore, 

In  fongs  forever  new, 

HYMN  LXXXIX.     Long  Metre. 
God's  grace  is  free. 
i"TT^  REE  is  the  mercy  of  our  Gsd, 

JL        And  free  the  Saviour  fpilt  his  blood  $ 
And  now,  O  mourning  fouls  for  ye, 
His  boundiefs  grace  is  offer'd  free, 

2  You  are  furrounded  with  his  love, 
And  courted  to  the  joys  above  ; 
There's  no  excufe  ;  why  will  you  die  ^ 
O  fly,  poor  fouls,  to  Jefus  fly. 

3  Immortal  crowns  are  freely  giv'n  j 
The  worfl  of  fouls  may  go  to  heav'n  ; 
If  they  will  now  to  Jefus  go, 

They  fhall  ail  tafte  of  heav'n  below. 

HYMN  XC.     Common  Metre, 
The  fame, 
i  T    ONG  has  the  Saviour  call'd  for  you 

%  A     O  fmners,  but  in  vain  ; 
And  yet  his  goodnefs  doth  purfue 
He  calls  for  you  again. 

2.  And  will  you  ft  ill  abufe  fuch  love? 
And  difregard  his  call  ? 


B.II,  H  Y  M  N  S8  ->43 

Say,  will  you  go  to  realms  above, 
Or  into  rain  fall  ? 

3  O  let  the  Saviour  enter  in, 
And  wholly  xule  your  heart  ; 

He'll  fave  you  from  your  death  and  fin. 
And  never  from  you  part, 

4  He'll  give  your  wounded  fpirits  refi:3 
And  fave  your  fouls  from  woe  ; 

He'i!  make  your  fouls  forever  bleit  ; 
What  more  can  Jefus  do  ? 

HYMN    XCI.     Long  Metre, 
Heaven  begun  on  earth. 
3  £~\  N"  earth  I  know  immortal  love, 

%^A      And  tafie  of  all  the  joys  above  %  . 
My  foul,  enjoys  the  great  I  AM  ; 
And  there's  no  pleafure  but  in  him, 

2  My  light  is  but  a  feeble  ray, 
Yet  it  is  from  eternal  day  ; 
Nay  joys  are  by  my  Jefus  giv'n, 
And  he  is  all  the  joys  of  heav'n. 

3  Though  in  myfelf  I  am  but  death, 
Yet  Chnft  »n  me  the  word  of  faith, 
J^ifts  up  my  heart  in  realms  above, 
And  feeds  me  with  immortal  love. 

4  O  when  {hall  I  be  wholly  free  ? 
I   want  no  joys,  O  God  but  thee  ; 
Thou  art  my  all,  my  life  my  peace, 
In  thee  my  joys  {hail  never  ceafs, 


150  HtM  N  S.  B.II. 

HYMN  XCII.     Long  Metre. 

The  vanity  of  all  but  Chrift, 

OWHAT  are  ail  thefe  earthly  toys, 
Compar'd  with  heav'n's  immortal  joys. 
The  world  is  all  an  empty  found  ; 
But  O  !   in  Chrift  true  joys  abound. 

2  Why  will  the  world  for  faadovvs  rove. 
And  turn  their  backs  on  Jefus*  love  ? 
Why  will  they  choofe  the  road  to  hell, 
When  i hey  might  in  fuli  glory  dwell  ? 

3  In  Jefus  is  immortal  lcve, 
In  him  is  all  the  joys  above  ; 
In  him  is  everlasting  peace, 
Nor  will  his  glories  ever  ceafe. 

4  Arife  ve  fons  of  fallen  earth, 
To  life,  by  an  immortal  birth  ; 
The  God  of  all  the  hods  above 
Surrounds  you  with  eternal  love. 

HYMN  XCIII.     Common  Metre. 

Longing  to  feel  ike  name  of  Chrift, 

i  f\  FOR  the  name  of  Chrift  imprelPd 

\^r      With  grace  and  love  divine, 
As  feals  O  God,  upon  my  breaft, 
To  be  forever  thine. 

2  O  may  thy  name  rny  foul  infpire, 
To  reach  the  realms  abdve  ; 

I  long  to  feel  that  heav'nly  fire, 
And  drink  immortal  love. 

3  My  foal  would  live  in  Jefus'  name, 
And  knew  no  other  good  ; 


B.  II,  H  Y-M  N  S.  151 

Where'er  I  go  his  love  proclaim, 
And  feaft  on  angels  food. 

HYMN  XCIYo     Short   Metre. 
Frit  grace. 
i r  I  ^HE   Saviour's  grace  is  free, 

JL        And  flows  without  a  bound  ; 
Come  ftarving  Cnners  tafte  and  fee 
What  countlefs  fouls  have   found*  . 

2  The  Saviour's  pa  fling  by 
This  day  and  calls  forjyou  ; 

Why  will  you  fink,  why  will  you  die, 
And  endlefs  pain  purfue  ? 

3  The  great  Jehovah's  come 
With  his  unbounded  love, 

To  call  you  to  his  heav'nly  home, 
The  joyful  realms  above. 

4  O  will  you  not  be  bled, 
With  everlafting  joy  ? 

Or  will  you  lofe  eternal  reft 
For  but  an  empty  toy. 

HYMN  XCV.     Common  Metre.  \ 
The  mounting  firmer » 
vf~*\  HELPLESS,  wretched  foul  am  I3 
\>J     Without  a  heav'nly  friend  ! 
What  fliall  I  do  ?  where  mall  I  fly  ? 
When  will  my  iorrows.end  ? 

2  Wand'ring  I  fpent  my  days  in  grief, 
And  through  long  nights  complain  j 

O  fliall  I  ever  find  relief, 
From  dark nef*  guilt  and  pain  ?  (X 


;c 


■H^Y-M-N'S.  B.'Il- 


3  Or  rcufi  I  wafie  my  moments  fo. 
Without  the  fmiles  of  heav'n  ; 

O  mull  I  never,  never  know 
My  numerous  fins  forgiv'n  ! 

4  Since  Jefusbied.  and  groan'd  ard  died. 
To  fave  i be  vileft  race  ; 

Why  mufl  I,  muft  I  be  deny'd, 
A  (hare  in  his-free  crace  ? 

5  But  ah  !    the  Lord  will  ne'er  deny    - 
My   wretched  foul  relief  5 

And  if  in  fin  at  la tl  I  die, 
.It's  by  my  unbelief* 

HYMN  XCVI.    Common  Metre. 

The  pilgrim's  parting  hymn. 

1  tf^  3ME  cheerful  pilgrims  let  us  join 
X_y      To  fing  a  part  in ct  fong  ; 

Our  notes  (hail  be  on  themes  divine, 
From  ev'ry  h^art  and  tongue. 

2  The  fon  of  David  is  our  friend, 
Is  rofe  snd  -gone  before  ; 

Yvhere  all  the  pilgrims'  for  rows  end, 
And  doubts  are  known  no  more. 

-3    And  there. we  truft  e'er  long  to  be. 

And  with  our  Jefi's  reign  : 
From  a'l  our  fins  and  trials  free, 

And  never  part   again. 

4   There  fie  red  joys,  and  themes  divinej 
Shall  cv'rv  foul  inflame  : 


B;  II.  H-Y  M'N  S.  ifr 

Each  one  (nail  fay  "  the  Lord  is  mine" 
And  "  worthy  is  the  Lamb." 

HYMN  XC VII.     Common  Metre. 
To  the' youth* 
3  iTX;  HAPPY  youth  that  in  the  blooms '• 

\^/      Is  found  in  wifdom's  ways  I 
Let  death  or  defolations  come, 
They  may  rejoice  and  praife. 

z  Jefus  for  them  will  here  engage, 

With  his  kind  arms  of  love  ; 
And  when  they  quit  this  mortal  fiate, 

Receive  their  fouls:  above. 

3  O  then  awake  whila  vigour'reigns, 
Dear  youth  from  earthly  charms, 

Ye  that  are  yet  in  death/ and  chains,' 
Fly  to  the  Saviour's  arms. 

4  Believe  and  foon  your  fouls  mail  reft, 
And  find  your  fins  forgiv'n  ; 

JTis  his  delight  to  make  you  bkft, 
With  all  the  joys  of  heav'n. 

5  Inbliftyou  (hail  forever  dwell. 
In  perfect  joy  and  light  ; 

While   the  deip  ife'rs  fink  to  kklfj*      " 
In  eveilafhng  night. 

HYMN'  XCVIII.     Long  Metre.  ■ 
Souls  invited  'id  heav'n. 

;fs  as  the  realms  above, 
Redeemer's   dying  love  ; 
At:d  ihe  eternal  joys  ofhea#'n 
Is  to  ihe'vrleft -finiiers  g:'v'"» 


i    A    S  boundiei 
MX.  Is  the  Re< 


-54  HYM  N  S.  B.  II, 

2  Impartial  grace  is  fpread  abroad  J 
There's  none  excluded  by  the  Lord  j 
And  ev'ry  foul  enjoys  the  feaft, 
But  thofe  that  will  refufe  to  tafte. 

3  This  goodnefs  knocks  at  ev'ry  door5 
And  what  can  Jefus  offer  more  ? 

His  blefied  life  to  finners  giv'n, 
And  he  is  all  the  joys  of  heav'n. 

3  O  finners,  from  deflru£Hcn  flee, 
Whilft  Jefus  waits  and  calls  for  ye, 
Bid  other  lovers  all  adieu. 
And  life  eternal  is  for  you. 

HYMN  XC1X-     Long  Mdre. 
jefus  expo/tulating  with  finners. 
iT  X  THY  faith  the  Lord,  O  finners  why 

V  V        Will  you  refufe  my  grace  and  die, 
Why  will  you  wafle  your  life  and  breath, 
In  the  broad   road  to  endlefs  death. 

2  Freely  for  you  I  fpilt  my   blood, 
And  will  you  not  come  home  to  God  ? 
Why  will  you  plunge  yourfeives  in  hell, 
When  you  in  perfect  blifs  might  dwell. 

3  I   enter'd  in  your  world  of  fin, 
To  fave  you  from  eternal  pain  ; 
And  when  I  groan'd  upon  the  tree, 
It  was  poor  dying  fouls,  for  ye. 

4  And  will  you  dill  defplfe  my  love, 
And  never  fee  the  realms  above  ? 
Why  will  you  choofe  eternal  night, 
Before  the  glorious  realms  of  light  ? 


B.  II.  HYMNS.      t  i55 

5  O  turn  poor  finners,  turn   I  pray, 
And  I  will  take  your  guilt  away  j 
Bid  ali  your  idol  gods  adieu, 
And  I  will  be  a  God  to  you. 

HYMN    C.     Long  Metre. 
The  jiufidity  of  the  zoorld}    and  the  goodnefs  of 

God. 
* /~\   THE  dead  flate  of  Adam's  race, 

V*/      Surrounded  with  redeeming  grace, 
Wafting  their  days,  their  life  and  breath 
For  (hades  that  lead  to  endlefs  death. 

2  While  Jefus  bleeds  and  dies  for  them, 
And  waits  and  woos  to  get  them  home, 
They  choofe  in  darknefs  ftill  to  dwell, 
And  laugh  the  downward  road  to  hell. 

3  Where  e'er  they  go,  what'er  they  do, 
The  Lord  doth  ftili  in  love   purfue, 
Intreating  them  to  turn  and  live, 
With  all  the  bleflings  he  can  give. 

4  But  ftill  for  fome  poor  empty  found, 
They  rufh  on  ftill  to  ruin  bound, 

And  rifk  an  everlalting  mind 

While  they  purfue  their  chaff  and  wind, 

5  Thus  millions  lam  their  wand'ring  chafe, 
Till  they  conclude  their  mortal  race, 
Then  'wake  as  wand'ring  (tars  to  dwell 

In  their  own  blacknefs  death  and  hell. 

6  O  finners  leave  the  enchanted  ground, 
God's  love  is  ftill  without  a  bound  ; 

O      2 


sg6         f      H  Y  M  N  3.  B.  II. 

O  bid  the  charms  of  earth  adieu, 
The  Lord  is  waiting  yet  for  you. 

7   O  come  and  tafte  immortal  love, 
And  ever  reign  in  realms  above  ; 
There  (hine  in  everlaPung  fame, 
And  give  thejjlory  to  the  Lamb. 

El\D    O.E    -THE    SECOND    BGOX, 


HYMNS, 


S'PIR  IT  U  A  L   SO  NG  S. 

BOOK     III. 

Chief. y  confijling  on  ikenezo  birtk,  and  tht  know* 
ledge  and  joys  of  that  glorious  work, 

HYMN'  I.     Long  Metre-, 

The  foul's  difcovery  of  its  lo'Ji  condition }  and-  its 

glorious  deliverance. 
iT"VARK  and  diilrefling  was  the  day, 

JL  3   When  o'er  the  difmal  ^uinta  I  lav,  - 
With  trembling-knees  and  flutt'rinof  breath. 

1  ihudder'd  on  the  brink  of  death. 

2  DeTTrufHon  yawn'd  on  every  fide? 
I  faw  no  refuge  where  to^  hide. 

Ten  thoufand  foes  befet  me  round3 
No  friend  nor  comforter  I  found. 

3;  I  groan'd  and  cry'd,  while  torn  with  grief,' 
But  none  appeared  for  my  relief, 
Till  Chrift  the  Saviour  palling  by, 
Lcok'd  on  ms  wkh  a  pnyii>g  eye, 

4   His  love  did  all  my 'fears  controul  ; 
Subdu'd  my  foe*  and  heal'd'my  foul  -- 
His  goodnefs  wip'd  my  tears  away? 
Aau  turnNi  my  darknefs  into  dxy, 


f£8  HYMN  S.  B.  Ill, 

5  He  brought  me  from  the  gates  of  hell, 
The  wonders  of  his  crace  to  tell  : 

O  may  he  now  infpire  my  tongue 
To  make  his  lovely  name  my  fong. 

6  Fain  would  I  lire  fo  fpeak  his  praife, 
And  always  point  to   wifdom's  ways  ; 
That  other  fouls  his  love  may  know, 
And  fpeak  his  bound lefs  goodnefs  too. 

HYMN  II.     Long  Metre. 
Acknowledging  the  great  love  of  Chri/l, 
iTT OW  great   O  Jefus  was  thy  love  ! 

JLjL   To  leave  for  me  the  realms  above  I 
And  to  this  wretched  world  defcend, 
To  be  my  Saviour  3nd  my  friend  I 

2  It  was  for  me  thou  freely  bled, 
And  bow'd'  thy  great  majeftic  head  ; 
Then  gave  the  laft  expiring  breath, 
To  fave  me  from  eternal  death. 

3  My  foul,  and  did  the  Son  of  God, 
Give  up  his  life  and  fpill   his  blood, 
To  give  tome  his  joy  and  refl, 
With  him  as  one  forever  bled. 

4  Then  let  ten  thoufand  praifes  be 
To  thee  O  bleffed  Lamb  to  thee  ! 
And  in  thofe  flrains  with  all  my  heart, 
May  I  forever  bear  my  part  ! 

HYMN  III.     Common  Metre. 
The  efferts  of  faith. 

J1SUS,   my  Lord  increafe  my  faith, 
And  fiil  me  with  thy  love  ; 


B.  III.  H  Y  M  N  S.  159 

That  I  may  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  make  thefe  rocks  remove. 

2  There's  nothing  elfe  that  can  fuffice, 

Or  make  my  heart  rejoice  ; 
Tis  faith  that  all  my  wants  fupplies 

And  lifts  my  cheerful  voice. 

3-  When  e'er  I  £ee\  that  faith  divine 

I  climb  to  realms  of  biifs  ; 
I  feel  the  bieiled  Lord  is  mine, 

And  know  that  I  am  his. 

4  When  I  have  faith,  I  feel  and  hear 

Good  tidings  from  above  ; 
Faith  bids  my  foul  with  joy  appear, 

In  the  fweet   realms  of  love. 

6  Then  mount  my  foul  on  wings  of  faith. 

Stretch  ev'ry  pow'raway  ; 
And  leave  the  clocrs  of  fin  and  death. 
To  reach  eternal  day. 

HYMN  IV.'    Common  Metric 
Under  ajtnft  of  God's  gcodnefs. 
3  /""^  REAT  was  thy   love,  O  God,  to  mef 

\J      When  ev'ry  helper  fail'd   I 
And   had  not  thou  have  fet  mc    free, 
My  foes  had  foon   prevail'd. 

2.  O  may  I  ne'er  forget  thy  grace, 

Lon£  as  I  draw  my  breath  ! 
But  tell  how  free  thy  gaodnefs  is, 

Till  voice  is  loft  in  death. 

3  Then,  then,  with  all  thy  faints  abover 
I  fhali  forever  reign, 


rfo-  U  Y  M  N  Si  B.III. 

And  found  thine  everlafting  love, 
In    one  immortal  ft>ain. 

4      One  I  fhall  be  with' that  blcft  ■  Lamb, 

That 'bled  and   died  for  me  ; 
Enjoy  his  love,  that  facred  flame, 

'io  all  eternity. 

HYMN  V.      Long  Metre. 
On  the  day  of'ejpbufaL. 
1  C?  WEET   was  tne  ^ay3  and  great  the  joy/ 

k3   When  Jefus  fpoke  the  favingworu, 
Which  did  my  fears  and  foes  defiroy, 
And  told  my  foal  he  was  ifiy   Lord. 

2.  Then  drank  my  foul  of  living  firearm, 

And  itd  upon  redeeming   love  ; 
This  world  appear'd  like  {hades  and  dreams, 

While  I  with  rapture    foar'd   above. 

3  Ah  !  then  I  thought  no  more  to  3 ray 
For   pieafures  round  this  mortal  fhcre, 

And  when  my  foul  was  drawn   adray, 
The  earth  fuppiy'd  tny  wants  no  more*  • 

4  But  he  that  lov'd  my  foul  at  firft, 
Smii'd  and  reviv'd  my  joys  again  -r 

On  him  iny  cheerful  foul  could    truft, 
And  loll  my  forrows  and  my  pa<n. 

HYMM  VI.      Long  Metre.  ■ 
Sion  comforted,  or  religion  reviving: 
l  %  \  \RK  -  was  the:  day,  our  fears  were  great- 
JL^      And  mournful  was  our  captive  fong,  * 
Wijjii  wandering  our  captive  f:at.e, 

And  all  our  threai'ning  foes  were  ftrong^ 


B.  III.  H  Y-M  N  S,  -i-6x 

2  Sing  us  a  long  of  Sion  now, 

They  laughing  in  denfion  {aid  ; 
Our  harps  were  hung,  our  hopes  were  low, 
And  all  our.  fouls  a  prey  were  made. 

3  'Twas  hard  to  fpeak  of  Sion  then, 
And  hard  to  think  our  God  would  fail  , 

How  could  we  hear  that  cruel  men 
Should  triumph,  and  at  iafl  prevail  ! 

4  Then  did  this  powers  of  hell  blafpheme? 

Becaufe  our  broken  walls  were  low, 
Saying  "  Whtrz  is  your  b  oaf  ed  fame  ? 

(l,4&nd  zohcre's  your  mighty  faviour  now!'* 

5  But  in  the  midTfc  of  ail. our  grief, 

Our  God  made  known  deiiv'ring  power. :; 
-His  arm  appear'd  for  your  relief. 
And  brought  thedong-defired  hour. 

6  Soon  he  expell'd  the -.gloomy  {hade? 

Our  hopes,  and  flrength,  and  joys  reflor*dy 
•The  lambs  which  from  his  fold  had  flray'd, 
He  cali'd,.and  fed  around  his  board. 

■  *j  'Tis  now  we'il  f.ng  the  Viclors.fong, 
And  learn£  our  heav'nly  Captain's  namej 

^Eternal  prai.fe  to  him  belongs. 

While  all  our  foes  are  cloth'd  in  fliame<. 

8  All  glory  be  to  Sions-King, 


Whofe  love  redeemed  u 


f* 


Lef  faints  above  his  praifes  fing, 
And  we  with  humbler  notes  below 


1 6s  -HYMN  S.  B.IIL 

KYMN     VII.   Short  Metre. 
Wondering  at  God's  grace. 
i JT^   REAT  was  the  Saviour's  Iove3 
\_X  When  for  my  foul  he  came  ! 
For  me  he  left  the  realms  above, 
And  blefied  be  his  name  ! 

2  My  foul  had  foon  defpair'd 
In  that  diflreffing  hour, 

If  Chrift  had  not  my  friend  appear'c 
With  his  almighty  pow'r. 

3  He  fpohe  the  healing  word, 

And  bid  the  ftorm  to  ceafe  ; 

He  told  me  he  would  be  my  God, 

And  give  me  lading  peace. 

4  O  what  a  feafl  divine, 

My  foufdid  then  enjoy! 
Then  I   could  fay  my  God  was  mine., 
Nor  cculd  my  foes  deftroy. 

5  Now  let  my  cheerful  foul 
On  earth  thy  love  proclaim, 

And  when  thefe  hours  mall  ceafe  to  roll, 
Sound  thine  eternal  fame. 

H  Y  MN  VIII.    Long  Metre. 
A  miracle  of  Grace. 

OHQW  diflrefling  was  the  fcene, 
When  foon  I  thought  to  take  my  flighty 
W'ith  but  a  flutt'ring  breath  between 
•  My  foul  in  everlafling  night. 
2  My  wafting  body  r3ck'd  with  pain, 
And  liwj'ring  on  the  verge  of  deatH; 


B.IIL  H  YM  NS,  i< 

All  helps  to  fdve  my  foul  were  va;H? 
Or  yet  to  lengthen  out  my  breath. 

3  But  in  that  mofidi  fire  fling  hour 
When  all  my  foul  W2s  torn  with  grief. 

Jefus  with  his  almighty  pow'r 
Appear'd  in  love  to  my  relief, 

4  O  what  a  friend  did  he  appear 

To  my  defpairing  guilty  foul  I 
'  His  .goodnefs  banifh'd  all  my  fear. 

And  made  my  wounded  confciei^ft  who'ie0 

5  Ten  thoufand  tongues  can  ne'er  exprefs. 

The  greatnefs  of  his  love  to  me  ; 
He  brought  my  foul  from  deep  diftrefs, 
And  bid  me  drink  of  pleafures  free. 

6  O  Jefuc  let  me  ne'er  forget 

The  fcenes  of  that  important  hour; 

1  love  redemption  from  the  pit, 

.  But  O  !    I  love  thy  gcodnefs  more. 

HYMN     IX.     Common  Metre, 

Amazed  at  the  /loop  of  jfehovak. 

2^7£7*  -^Y  °lid  Jehovah  think  on  me? 

V  V   And  fave  Cy  foul  from  hell  ? 
Could  he  come  down  to  bleed    fo  free 
That  I  with  him  might  dwell  ! 

2  O  pleating  thought  !   a  truth  divine  ! 
I've  heard  the  joyful  found  ; 

My  foul  has/drunk  of  heav'nly  wine, 
IFor  Tefus  I  have  fo'jnd, 
P 


i64  HYMNS.  B.  III^ 

3  Ten  thoufand  praifes,  O  ^hou  Lamb, 

Unto  thy  name  is  due  ; 
And  I  {hall  found  thy  worthy  fame 

In  raptures  ever  new. 

HYMN  X.     Particular  Metre. 
A  Pilgrim's  Jong* 

WITPI  God's  people  Jet  us  go, 
Heart  and  hand  while  here  below  ; 
Run  with  joy  the  chriftian  race, 
TelJ  and  ring  redeeming  grace. 

2  He  ihat  lov'd  us  foon  will  come, 
Wipe  our  tears  and  call  us  home  ; 
Then  we'll  fee  the  peaceful  fhore, 
Where  the  pilgrims  part  no  more. 

3  Soon  we'll  reign  wish  Chrifl  above, 
Solace  in  his  boundlefs  love, 

'  IVathng  lccnes  bear  t\s  away, 
Raptures  of  eternal  day. 

4  Shout  ye  pilgrims,  lift  your  voice, 
Jefus  lives,  let  us  rejoice  ; 
Travel  on  a  few  fteps  more, 

Then  your  weary  days  arc  o'er. 

HYMN   XI.      Long  Metre.. 
Chrifi's  Amhffadcrs  inviting  of  /inii-:*se 
t  O  INNERS  this  day  the  Saviour  fta«<h, 

KJ   With  ;,-(  v.-ns  and  pardons  in  his  hands; 
O  be  iotreated  to  receive, 
What  the  Redeemer  waits  to  give. 

thofe  that  have  Gmbi'ac'd  the  call, 
Harc  found  this  JeTtis  all  in  ail  ; 


B.IIV  H  Y  M  N  3.  16-5 

And  O  !  he  ftands  as  free  for  you, 
Come  finners  {hare  his  goodnefs  too. 

3  He  pluck'd  us  from  the  jaws  of  hell  : 
In  paradifehe  makes  us  dwell  j 

O  bid  your  i/lols  all  adieu, 
And  go  with  us  to  glory  too. 

4  He  wafh'd  us  in  his  precious  blood, 
Seats  us  among  the  fons  of  God  ; 
And  you  with  us  may  have  a  feat, 
And  with  us  all  in  glory  meet. 

5  His  bleffed  ways  are  ways  of  peace, 
Nor  will  his  goodnefs  ever  ceafe  ; 

O  come,  poor  formers,  tafle  and  fee 
How  happy  all  h:s  children  be. 

6  Come  now  and  have  your  fins  forgiv'n, 
And  walk  with  us  the  road  to  heav'n; 
We've  bid  all  other  loves  adieu  ; 

0  coaie  and  love  our  Jefus  too. 

1  Say  will  you  with  us  pilgrims  join, 
And  feek  th<  fe  joys  which  are  divine  ; 
Immortal  g  or.es  are  for  vou, 

If  you  will  be  a  piigrim  too. 

HYMN  XII..     Long  Metre.. 
For  the  Evening, 

x  T    ORD  t  lay  me  down  to  reft, 

BL  4   Let  me  lean  upon  thy  bread  ; 
W- aich  my  pillow  while  1  flee-p, 
Thou,  my  foul  and  body  keep* 


H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  UK 

2  If  in  <<eatli  I  ciofe  my  eyes, 
May  I  'wake  above  the  ikies  ; 
Reach  wixh  joy  'he  peaceful  (Lore, 
Where  I'll  need  this  lleep  no  more. 

3  Ah  \    might  I  with  Jefus  'wake, 
All  ray  (ins,  and  clogs  forfake, 

O  how  happy  (houid  I  be, 
Bleil  to  all  eternity  ! 

HYMN  XIII.     Long   Metre, 

A  miracle  cf  grace, 

ilVT  O  mortal  tongue  can  ever  tell, 
JL/^j     The  horrors  of  that  gloomy  night, 
\\  hen  I  hung  o'er  the  brink  of  hel!, 
Expecting  foon  my  wicked  flight  ! 

2  I  felt  my  burden  wafte  my  life, 
While  guilt  did  ev'ry  hope  devour, 

Trembling  I  ftretch'd  wiih  groans  and  flrife 
For  to  efcape  the  dreadful  hour. 

3  But  in  the  midft  of  all  my  grief, 
The  great  Mefliah  fpoke  in  love  ; 

HiVarm  appeared  for  my  relief, 

And  bid  my  guilt  and  forrows  move. 

4  He  phick'd  me  from  rhc  jaws  of  hell, 

With  his  aimigitiV  arm  of  power  ; 
An, 1  O  !    no  mortal  tongue  can  tell, 
The  changr  of. that  immortal  hour  ! 

5  Then  I  cP/tv'u  a  fweet  releafe, 

F;-o;r.  chains  of  in  and  power's  of  deaih, 


B.  IH.  HYMN  S.  t6f 

My  foul  was  fill'd  whhbeav'nly  peace, 
My  groans  are  turn'd  to  praising  breath. 

6  How  did  my  tongue  rejoice  to  tell, 
The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  to  me  ! 

And  O  my  foul  with  him  {hail  dwell 
Ere  long  from  all  my  for  rows  free,- 

7  O  may  I  live  to  fpread  his  name, 
While  mortal  life  with  me  remains 

Then  will  I  found  his  lading  fame 
And  glory  with  immortal  Arams, 

HYMN  XIV.     Common  Metre. 
The  happy  fiate  of  chrifiians. 
it)  LEST  are  the  fouls  who  ever  knew 

11  The  <rreat  Redeemer's  name  ; 
Suie  they  may  bid  their  fears  adieu, 
And  truft  and  praife  the  Lamb. 

2  Although  ten  thoufand  foes  belet 
Their  fouls  on  ev'ry  fide, 

Jefus  fecureiy  guides  their  feet,. 
On  him  they  may   confide. 

3  He  feeds  them  from  his  iab!e  free, 
And  holds  them  in  his  hand, 

And  foon  their  happy  fouls  (hall  fee 
Tne  bieft   and  heav'nly  land. 

4  There  they  mall  folace  in  his  love, 
Released  from  ev'ry  pain  ; 

Re  gn  with  the  Lord  in  realms  above, 
And  never  fin  again. 


iSS  II  Y  M   If  S.  Rlffi 

MYMM  XV.     Long    kith; 

Rc-nzmberiug  the  day  of efpoufals. 

5  ^\  ^TCE  on  the  brink  of  endiefs  death  * 

\^J?    I  Rood  expos'd  at  ev'ry  breath  ; 
Trembling  I  faw  the  gulph  below 
Yawning  with  everlafimg  woe. 

2  But  Jn  the  mod  diftrefling  hour, 
When  ruin  threatcn'd  to  devour, 
The  Tinners  friend  came  pa  fling  by, 
And  look'd  on  me  with  pitying  eye» 

3  To  him  I  freely  gave  my  will  ; 
H"  bid    mount  Sinai's  roar  be  ftill  ; 
Ke  made  my  fears  and  forrcws  ceafe, 
Ami  bieft  ;ne  with  a  heav'nly  peace. 

4  I  f?!t  his  arms  of  love  abound, 

HTi  cheering  grace  heai'd  ev'ry  wound, 
With  bis  own  blood  he  wafh'd  my  foul, 
And  made  my  wounded    fp:nt  whole. 

5  'i  hen  while  I  walk'd  in  heav'nly  light  ; 
Kg   more  I  fear'd  the  (hades   of  night 
But  ah  !    how  foon  I  turn'd  from  God, 
And  'oil  the  fweelnefs  of  his  word. 

6  Yet  bk- {fed  be  his  worthy   name, 
His  love  ;o  me  was  ftill  the  fame  : 
:\v.i\  when  uoon  my  foul   he  fmil'q, 
His  love  ret!a;m'd  his  wand'ring  t  !> Jlcf. 

-j    I'm  grievrd  to  think  how  far  I'd  been 
From  Jcfus  in  the  ways   of  tin, 


BT.  Ill;  H  Y  M  N  $,  16^ 

And  pray'd  and  vow'd  no  more  to  rove 
From  my  Redeemer  and  his  love. 

HYiMM-  XVI.     Common  Metre. 
The  pilgrim's  Jong. 
i/~^'OME  ye  that  know  the  blelfed  name 

V>-    OfChrift  our  bleeding  friend, 
We'll  all  as  one  purfue  the  Lamb, 
Till  mortal  notes  {hail  end, 

2  Although  we  walk  through  defert  lands,  - 
Where  dorms  of  forrows  fly, 

We're  led  by  the  Redeemer's  hand, 
To  brighter  climes  on  high, 

3  We  will  not  think  our  journey  long, 
Nor  call  our  trials  great  ; 

We'll  cheer  our  fpirits  with  a  foog, 
Through  all  our  mortal  flare. 

4  Soon  (hall  cur  forrows  be  no  more? 
For  we  mall  foar  above, 

And  walk  wuh  joy  that  blifsfnl  fhore, 
Where  nothing  reigns  but  love. 

HYMN  XVII,     Short  Metre, 
The  vanity  of  cM things  but  Chrijl, 
lr  5  vHxS   world   with  all  her  joys, 

JLr       Would  ftarve  a  hunrrr-v    mind,- 
Bui  when  1  bear  my   Saviour's  voice, 
Subfiantial  joys  I  find. 

2  When  I  can  tafle  his  love, 

And  he3r  my  Saviour  fav, 
That  I  (hall  reign  with  him   above^- 

It  takes  any  fears  away, 


*fi  HYMNS.  B.ITr. 

3  Then  I  can  bid  adieu 

To  ev'ry  threat'ning  ilorm  ; 
With  joy  my  Jefus  I  purfue, 
And  fing  his  lovely  name. 

4  O  then  my  foul  is  bleft, 
"With  peace  and  joy  divine  ; 

Then  I  begin  eternal  reft, 

And  know  that  heav'n  is  mine. 
HYMN  XVIII.     Particular  Metre, 
A  Jong  uf  praifc  to  Chrijl. 
J  C*  HOUT  all  ye  armies  of  the  (ky, 
k^   The  praifes  of  the  Lord  moll  high, 
A.iid  found  his  bleft  incarnate  name, 
Let  all  your  heav'nly  arches  found, 
With  joy  refound,  with  joy  refound, 
All  glory  to  the  heav'nly  Lamb  ! 

2  A  God,  O  think  defcends  to  dwell 
Among  ihe  wretched  heirs   of  hell, 

And  bleeds  a  rebel  world  to  fave  ; 
A  God  an  infant  of  a  fpan, 
The  fon  of  man.  the  fun  of  man, 

Come  to  fubdue  death  and  the  grave, 

3  O  mortals  bid  your  floih  adieu, 
The  God  himlelf  has  come  that  you 

Might  in  his  glorious  kingdom  dwell  ; 
Behoid  he  groans  in  agonies,. 
And  freely  dies,  and  freely  dies, 
>     To  fave   your  wretched   foul  from  hell  ! 

4  Let  ev'ry  mortal  join  the  fong, 
Ten  thoufand  thanks  to  him  belong, 

AU  hatl  thou  bleft  incarnate  naaie  ; 


3.  Ill,  H  Y  M  N  S, 

Let  old  and  young,  and  rich  and  poor, 
This  God  adore,  this  God  adore, 
Who  dies  to  rear  our  lading  fame. 
HYMN  XIX.     Long  Metre. 
Remembering  the  efpovjals  to  Chrift* 
i/*TAN  I  forget  that  dreadful  day 

%*±S*  When  wall' wing  in  my  fins  I  lay, 
And  ev'ry  moment,  ev'ry  breath, 
Expecting  everlafting  death. 

2  Long  nights  of  grief  I  waded  through^ 
With  earth  and  hell  againft  me  too  ; 
With  threat'ning  foes  and  ftorrns  around,  - 
My  naked  foul  no  refuge  found, 

3  I  groan 'd  and  cried,  but  all  in  vaing 
Nothing  remov'd  my  guilt  and  pain, 
'Till  Jefus  fpoke  the  faving  word, 
And  brought  my  guilty  foul  to  God* 

4  He  nll'd  are  with  his  love  divine, 
And  told  my  foul  that  he  was  mine  ;  • 
He  wip'd  my  tears  of  grief  away, 
And  turnd  my  darknefs  into  day. 

5  Then  while  I  felt  his  cheering  voice^ 
I  leap'd,  I  prais'd,  and  I  rejoie'd  ; 
And  long'd  to  teil  the  world  around 
What  a  bleft  friend  my  foul  has  foundV 

HYMN  XX.     Long  Metre. 

The  christian's  requejt. 

l^~yMIGHT  I  always  feel  thy  powV- 
Of  that  eternal  -life  divine  I  - 


ft,*  H  Y  M  N  S.  B .  HI. 

Then  could  I  fay  at  every  hour, 

That  T  was  his  and  he  was  mine. 
2  Then  happy  days  I  mould  enjoy, 

While  feafting  on  my  Saviour's  loveT 
His  praifes  mould  my  tongue  employ, 

And  o'er  his  beauties  I  would  rove. 

g   I  mould  defpife  the  joys  of  earth, 
And  glories  which  the  world  admire, 

For  all  their  grandeur  3nd  their  minh 
Is  far  too  low  for  my  defire. 

4  I'd  bid  adieu  to  all  their  dreams  ; 
Their  pleafures  would  not  do  for  me  j 

Redeeming  love  {hall  be  my  theme, 
And  God  my  only  portion  be, 

5  Long  as  I  felt  the  heav'nly  charms, 
And  tafted  the  immortal  food, 

I  would  not  leave  my  Saviour's  arms, 
For  countlels  years  of  earthly  good. 

6  I  count  the  fweetnefs   of  his  grace 
More   than  a  thoufand  worlds  to  me  J 

O  may  I  fee  him  face  to  face, 

And  where  he  is  there  let  me  be. 

HYMN   XXI.      Particular   Metre. 
A  pilgrim* s  Jong* 
l^TTV'N  thoufand  praifes  to  the  hand 

JL       That  1.  as  its  through  this  barren  land, 

bdfe  ftotn  the  pow'rs  of  hcil  and  death  ; 
O  let  us  love  his  worthy  name, 
And  join- to  fpread  his  lading  fame, 

Until  our  lail  expiring  breath  I 


B.UI.  HYMNS.  *7$ 

2  We'll  pratfe  him  for  his  kindnefs  paft, 
And  truft  him  ftiii  while  time  {hall  laft, 

And  love  and  fing  cur  journey  through  ; 
Soon  we    (hall  hear  our  matters  fay, 
4i  Arifeye  pilgrims  hajie  away, 

And  bid  your  j arrows  all  adieu." 

3  Then  in  -thofe  peaceful  realms  of  reS5 
Among  the  faints  forever  bleft, 

Eternal  amhems  we  {hall  fmg  ; 
There  {hall  our  happy  fpirits  rove, 
.O'er  the  unbounded  fea  of  love, 

And  reign  with  our  immortal  King. 

HYMN  XXII.     .Common  Metre, 
All  is  vanity  and  forrow  without  Chriji, 
l^TTHIS  world  is  but  an  empty   iound 

JL       With  all  its  beft  delight  ; 
The  brighteft  days  that  e'er  is  found, 
Is  but  a  tedious  night. 

2  Lord  leave  me  not  to  wander  here 
Without  thy  fmiling  face  ; 

O  let  me  find  thee  always  near 
To  cheer  me  with  thy  grace. 

3  Where  {hall  my  weary  foul  retire. 
To  find  a  moment's  reft  ? 

Or  where  for  happinefs  afpire, 
But  to  my  Saviour's  breaft. 

4  Dear  Jefus,  fill  my  foul  I  prayi, 
With  thy  redeeming  love  ; 

O  take  all  unbelief  away, 
And  bear  my  heart  above. 


*74  H  Y  M  N  S.  B-  III. 

5   Then  might  I  live  to  praife  thy  name, 

And  walk,  O  God   with  ihee  ; 
And  tell  the  world  of  that  bled  Lamb, 

Who  gave  his  life  for  me, 

HYMN  XXIII.     Common  Metre. 
Acknowledging  God's  grace. 
a /^  REAT  was  thy  goodnefs.  O  my  God, 

\JJT     To  fuch  a  wretch  as  me  ! 
'Twas  love  that  fpread  thy  grace  abroad. 
And  brought  me  home  to  thee. 

2  Long  as  I  Lve  O   let  me  tell 
The  wonders  of  that  grace 

That  brought  me  from  the  jaws  of  heli 
Unto  the  heav'nly   feaft. 

3  O  could  I  through  all  nations  rove. 
With  the  Redeemers  name  ; 

I'd  tell  the  wonders  of  his  love, 
And  his  free  grace    proclaim. 

4  And  O  when  I  fliall  leave  this  more* 
For  brighter  worlds  above, 

My  raptur'd  foul  fhould  (till  adore, 
This  God  of  bcundlefs  love. 

HYMN    XXIV.     Long  Metre. 
On  the  happy  hour  of  conversion. 
±f~\  HAPPY  hour,  and  fweet  the  place, 
"V^X    Where  firft  I   knew  redeeming  grace  | 
'Twas   then  I  drank  of  joys  divine, 
And  Chrift  the  bleeding  Lamb  was  mine. 
2   His  arm  has  reach'd  from  realms  above. 
And  filPd  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love  .; 


JB.  III.  H  Y  M  -N  S. 

And  taught  ray  ftam'ring  tongue  to  fiffg, 
The  concjuefts  of  my  bleeding  King. 

3  Secure  I  fat  beneath  his  fhade; 
While  on  his  breaft  I  lean'd  my  head  ; 
Wond'ring  with  joy,  that  ever  he 
Should  look  on  fuch  a  wretch  as  me, 

4  Ah  happy,  happy  ws;  the  clay  ! 
My  tears  of  grief  were  wip'd  away  i 
And  I  was  brought  from  death  and  hell, 
The  goodnefs'of  the  Lord  to  tell. 

HYMN  XXV.     Common  Metre, 

The  chrijlidn  pilgrims, 
ajf^OME  let  us  join  in  heart  and  hand* 
'\*^/     Ye  fellow  pilgrims  dear  \ 
We're  haft'ning  to  the  heav'nly  land, 
And  the  bright  morn  is  near. 

"2   We  ro'uft  all  earthly  charms  adieu, 

If  we  purfue  the  Lord  ; 
We'll  fight  the  ftorm  of  forrow  through, 

And  feed  upon  his  word. 

g  We  mufi  keep  hear  our  Blefied  Lord, 
While  traveling  here  below,' 

With  joy  we'll  walk  the  heav'nly  road$ 
And  Ting  where  e'er  we  go. 

4  God  is  our  friend  we  need  not  fear^ 
Our  foes  fhali  ne'er  prevail  ; 

His  arm  of  love  is  always  near3 
Nor  can  his  gocdnefs  fail. 

a 


:-o  HY  M  -N  S<  E.I> 

4    My  grace  attend  your  frying  ^2)', 

And  iove  infpire  each  brealij 
To  waft  us  on  without  de'ay, 

To  our  eternal   jell. 

6   Soon  we  fb  a  1 1  fmg   the  viftor's  fane. 

On  the  c e  1  e H i a  1  fnore, 
And  join  the  van1  angelic  throng, 
Then  we  fliaH  part  no  more. 

HYMN    XXVI.      Ion?  Metre. 
The  chriJHan's  parting ky pin. 
:  j^~\x\CE  more   we'll  join  before  wc  pact 
\^r    To  fing  with  ev'ry  voice  and. heart  j 
Since  JcTus  is  our  God  and  king, 
Sure  we  with  humble  joy  may  fing. 

2    Our  heart  and  voice  belong?:  to  God, 
Who  boughjtjUS  with  his  precious  blood  ., 


Then  when  we  part,  where  e'er  we. rove., 
Let  each  proclaim  redeeming  love. 

.3   And  when  our  work  is  done  below 
We'll  bid  adieu    to  all  our  woe  ;. 
Shall  leave  our  fears,  and  take  our. flight 
To  climes  of  uncreated   light. 

4  There  we  (hall  with  grch  .angels  join 
In  themes  of  love  audjoys  divine  ; 
And  there   with  raptures  we  (hall  fee 
The  Lamb   that  bled  for  you  and  me. 

5  Then,  then,  dear  pilgrims,  we  fliaH  fing 
Immortal  ft  rains  to  God  our  king  ; 

O  the  (weet  realms  of  joy  and  peace, 
Yrhfre.  joys  divine  fli-ill  never  ceafe. 


3.  nf.  HYMN  S.  177 

HYMN'  XXVI L     Particular   Metre, 
On  thz  Saviour's  love, 
3  f\   MY  Jefus,  live  with  me, 

\^s      Take  nje,  take  me  near  to  thee  5 
Where  I  flray,  where  e'er  I  rove, 
Let  mefeaflupon  thy  love, 

2  Love  alone  can  cheer  my  foul  ; 
Love  cloth  all  my  foes  controui  ; 
Love  unites  my  foul  to  thee, 
Sets  my  heart  from  forrows  free. 

3  Lova  has  brought  my  foul  from  hell  % 
Love  makes  me  in  fafcty  dwell, 
Makes  me  finer  with  cheerful  voice. 
Over  aeaih  and  hell  rejoice, 

4  Hafie  my  blefled  Lord  I  pray, 
Take  ail  thing?    but   Jove   away  ; 
Fill  me  with  a  iove  divine  ; 
Love  (hall  make  me  wholly  thine, 

5  Help  me  Lord  where'er  I  rove/ 
To  proclaim  redeeming  love  ; 

Let  me  never  leave  my    friend, 
Till  this  mortal  life  (hall  end. 

5  Then  (hall  Jove  my  fourintlame, 
Lwrap'd  up  in  Jefus'  name  ; 
There  the  God  of  !ove  adore, 
Love  (hall  reigri  forevermore. 

7'  Sailing  through  the  cinnes   above, - 
Drink  and  jrng   immortal  iove  ; 
Love  (hall  all  our  lulls  inflame  ; 
All  in  iove  with  Chriftths  La;nb.- 


1 73  H  Y  M  N  3.  B.IH, 

HYMN     X XVI II.     Particular  Metre* 
Choofing  of  Chrijl. 
3  f^\   LORD  I  count  ail  things  but  iofs, 
\^f    And  all  the  jovs  of  earth  but  droie, 
Until!  thy  blcffed  felfl  find; 
Give  me  my  portion  in  thy  love, 
A  manfion  in  the  realms  above, 
For  that  alone  can  cheer  my  mind, 

2  Dear  Jefus  dew  thyfelf  to  me, 
And  bind  my  heart  ail  up  in  thee, 

Nor  iet  me  leave  the  ways  of  peace  ; 
Feed  me  O  thou  life-giving  word. 
And  iet  me  walk  with  thee    my  God, 

Till  earthly  dimes  with  me  fhall  ceafe* 

3  Then  will  thou  call  my  foul  avrsy, 
To  brighter  climes  ofheav'nly  day, 

To  dwell  forever  en  thy   b re  ail  ; 
But  O  my  Jefus  can    it  be, 
That  I  (hail  ever  reign  with  thee, 

In  boundlefs  joys  forever  bleli  S 

4  Tis  there  beyond  death  and  the  grave 
My  only  portion  would  I  have, 

And  O  I  fruft  by  grace  I  fhall  ; 
I  have  already  found  his  love, 
And  drank  of  the  fweet  joys  above, 
And  found  my  Jefus  is  my  all. 
HYMM  XXIX.     Common  Metre* 
The  heaven  bcrnfoui, 
irlPZN  thoufand  praifes  to  thy  name3 
JL.       O  thou  incarnate  God  i 


B.  III.  K  Y   M  N  S.  : 

•'Tw3s  thou  that  bore  my  guilt  and  fri3me, . 
And  wafh'd  me  in  thy  blood. 

2  Once  I  bung  o'er  eternal  death, 
A  (hanger  lo  thy  love  ; 

Not  all  the  joys  and  friends  on  earth 
Could  make  my  woes  remove. 

3  But  thou  beheld  me  on  the  brink. 
Of  blacknefs  and  defpair  ; 

Thou  would  not  let  the  fi  sifter  fink,. 
But  did  thy  love  declare. 

4  Thou  rais'd  my  wretched  foul  from  hell-; 
And  gave  me  joys  above, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue  to  tell 
The  wonders  of  thy  love. 

5  And  -fince  I've  known  thy  MefTed  natae^. 
I've  found  the  life  is  fore  $ 

My  Jefus  he  is  ftiii    the  fame3: 
So  Ihall  my  rock  endure, 

HYMN  XXX.     Long  Metre, 

The  happy  ft  ate  of  chriftians. 
iT^HINK,.0  my  foui,  bow 'Weft  are  they 

JL     Whofe  names  and  portions  are  above 
Almighty  goodnefs  guards  their  way, 

And  feeds  them  with  immortal  love. 

2   Safely  :h?y  tread  the  defart  through, 
Held  up  by  the  Redeemer's    hand, 

And  i'yon  they'll  bid  all  dorms  adieu, 
And  reach  with  joy  the  heav'nlv  lands 


iSo  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.III, 

3  There  they  will  reft  in  endlefs  joy, 
Where  nothing  can  but  'love  be  known, 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  of  thought  employ, 
To  gaze  on  the  eternal  throne. 

4  Lord  may  I  be   fo  happy  too, 

And  find   my  iafting  portion  there  | 
All  earthly  joys  I'd  bid  adieu. 

And  with  thy  faints  forever  (hare, 
HYMN   XXXI.      Long  Metre, 
Ike  chri;'ian's  choice. 
l  1      SUS   my  fotil  would  fain  abide, 
^J       Forever  humble  at  thy  feet  j 

1  a  ..it  no  other  piace  to  hide, 

Nor  wilh  a  more  exalted  feat, . 

2  I- want  to  have  my  al!  in  thec, 
United  with  ur.be/unded  love, 

Nor  other  j^ys  my    foul  wov;ld  fee,- 
Long  as  immortal  pow'rs  fliall  move, 

3  With- joy  I'd  nread  this  ciefart  through^  . 
Ar,d    lean  upon  my  Saviour's  hand, 

A.^t  love  divine  my  ftrength  renew, 
To  prefe  towards  the  heav'nly  iar,d0 

4  There  blefled  Jefus,  v.'ou!d  I  dwell, 
\V..ih  thee  above  in  perfet}  peace, 

F.u  from  the  Rorms  and  pow'rs  of  hell, 
WHere  life  and  joy  {hail  never  ceaie» 

5  Lord  thou  wilt  freely  make  me  blelt 
W/th  i hat  imnrorial   flafe  of  icy,- 

Nor  would  I  lofe  ihat  ficred  reft 
To  chafe  this  world's  amuiing  toy.. 


H.  III."  H  Y  M  N  S.  i3i 

HYMN  XXXII,     Common  Metre, 
The  work  vj  conoerfion  declared.  ■ 

l'T^f  THEN   I  was  trembling  on  the  brink 
V "' V"       Of  death  and  iong  defpair, 

Ling'nng  and  fearing  foon  to  fink, 
Then  Jefus  did  appear. 

2  The  Lamb  of  God  (who  died  for  me) 
Beheld  my  helplefs  cafe  ; 

From  e'lidlefs  rum  fet  me  free. 
By  his  unbounded  grace, 

3  He  gave  my  foul  a  heav'nly  peace?  ■ 
And  gave  me  ftre'ngih  divine  ; 

He  made  my  cutting  an.gui.Qi  ceafe,  • 
And  fa;d  that  he  was  mine. 

4  Ten  thoufand  pralfes  to  ihy  name9  '■ 
My  jefus   and  rry  God  ! 

Who  waih'd  my  foul  from  guilt  and  £hame 
In  thy  redeeming  blood* 

5  To  ycu  that  love  my  God  I'll  tell 
What  he  has  done  for  me. 

With  \  oj  in  glory  I  (hail  dwell 
To  all  eternity, 

HYMN    XXXIir,     long  Metre, 
Defiring  not  only  the    name,  bvtlihzvijetkena=- 
ture  cf  a  chriftian. 

j/"\  FOR  a  tafte  of  Life  divine 

\^/   To  feedthis  huno-ry  foul  of  mine  I 
I  want  the  Son  of  God  to  know, 
And  tafte  of  heav'n  while  h^re 'bsiowi 


1*82  H  Y  M-N-S.  Bfelll, 

2  If -I  were  fire  that  I  {hould  have 
A  crown  of  joy  beyond  the  grave, 
Yet  that  alone  won't  do  for  me  ; 

3«  want  while  here  with  God  to  be. 

3  What  e'er  I  do,  where  e'er  I  go) 

I  want  ihofe  joys  of  heav'n  to  know  l 
I  want  the  pow'rs  of  fin  fubdu'd, 
And  £nd  my  precious  foul  renew 'd. 

4  I  do  not  want  the  chriftian's  name, 
Without  the  nature  of  the  Lamb  ; 

1  want  to  bid  all  loves  adieu, 

But  ChFift-my  Lord,   and  him  purfue#- 

5  Dear  Saviour,  thou  my  all  mufi  be, 
And  give  me  ftrength  to  walk  with  thee  ; 
Without  a  rival  rule  my  heart,- 

And  neveHer  me  from  thee  parf, 

HYMN  XXXIV.     Common  Mttrei 
Thanks  to  the  Redeemer. 
ir  1  'VL^S  t hoti land  thonfand  praifesbe, 

JL        To  Cbr.a  the  fla  ighter'd  Lamb  J 
He  gave  his  precious  life  for  me, 
And  bore  my.  guilt  and  ihame. 

2  He  fay'd  my  foul  from  end lefs  piin, 
And  gave  me  hea-v'nly    re f)  ; 

And  O   I-truft  with  him  to  reign, 
And   live  forever  bled.- 

3  He's  wafh'd  me  in  his  precious  Mood, 
And  ii ^s  fiee  f{  irit  giv'n  ! 

He  r>  my  father  and  by  God, 
Yea  hi  is  all  my  heav'n. 


.3.  Ill,  H  Y  M  Nt'S:  \%%* 

3  My  foul  would  fing  his  dying  love3 

While  (his  fhort  life  remains  ; 
Then  in  the  glorious  realms  above 
Shout  forth  in  higher  drains. 

HYMN  XXXV.     Long  Metre, 
The  chrijlian's  parting  hymn, 
iT^AREWELL  ye  happy  faints  of  God, 

A  Who  are  redeem'd  with  Jefus'  blood  5 
Where  e'er  y'oa  go  the  Saviour's  nigh, 
Your  life  in  him  {hall  never  die, 

2  Fear  not  your  foes,  though  they  are  ftrong^ 
The  concjueft  doth  to  you  beloncr  j 

The  great  Jehovah  leads  you  on, 

And  by  his  ftrength  your  crown  is  won, 

3  You're  travelling  through  a  world  of  woes3 
Where  clouds  do  often  interpofe  ; 

But  foon  you'll  reach  the  happy  (bore. 
Where  clouds  (hall  veil  your  fouls  no  more, 

4  Prefs  on  to  the  eternal  day,  • 

That  wipes  the  christian's  tears  away  ;  : 
Your  grief  is  lhort  ;  the  hour  is  nigh, 
When  you  (hall  foar  to  realms  on  higho 

5  While  here  go  leanhig  on  your  Lordj  ■ 
He'll  feed  you^with  immortal  food  5 

Msy  Jefus  make  your  lights  divine, 
Where  e'er  you  po  as  cities  (hine. 

6  Farewell,  now  let  our  bodies  part, 
But  fiill  we'll  be  as  near  in  heart ; 
And  ifin  time  we  meet  no  more, 
We'll  meet  when  parting  all  is  o'er, 


iSi  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  Ill, 

HYMN     XXXVI.  Short  tietti. 

All  glory  to  the  Lamb. 
i^l  ^O  praife  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

JL  Let  every  tGngue  employ  ] 
rIh;s  Jefus  is  the  angels  theme, 

An3  all  the  feraphs  jey, 

2  He  is  the  finner's  friend  ; 
He  is  the  faints  delight, 

Then  let  our  mortal  notes  afcer.cL 
And  with  the  heav'n's  unite. 

3  Sing  how  Jehovah  came 
To  Bethlehem's  vile  ken,' 

Is  bom  and  Jefos  is  his  name, 
To  fave  the  fons  of  men, 

4  Tell  how  he  waded  through 
Long  nights  and  years  of  grief  ; 

Mourners  may  bid  their   fears  adietiy 
He's  come  for  their   relief, 

5  ^ell  how  to  Golgotha 

Ke  travels  drefs'd  in  blood  ; 

He  dies  to  take  our  guilt  away, 

And  brings  us  home  to  God, 

6  O  let  him  be  ador'd,- 

By  ev'ty  hear:  and  tongue  L 
Ye  heirs  of  bltfsby  him rcflor'd, 
O  make  his  name  your  fong. 

7  tjjtiifcrowds  from  pole  to  pole, 
Enter  his  courts  of  grace  ; 

And  cheerful  join  wivh  voice   and  fjuf? 
His  wdi-djferved  praife. 


B.  IIL  H  Y  M  N  S. 

8  Ye  freav'nly  armies  join, 
Tofing  his  bleeding  love. 

'Till  we  awa!;e  by  grace  divine, 
To  join  our  notes  above. 

9  There  his  all-worthy  name 
Shall  be  our  fweet  employ  ; 

There  we  (hall  found  his  glorious  fame 
In   everlafting  joy. 

AO   Amen,  our  Jefus  -reign;, 

And  reigns  a  Prince  of  Peace, 
Our  love,  our  joy  and  cheerful  drains, 
O  God  {hall  never  cesfe. 

HYMN  XXXVII.     Common  Met 
Thz  travels  of  a  doubting  chriftian. 
l.jf~~\   WHAT  a  wand'ring  foul  am  I  i 
\X^      How  crooked  do  I  rove  ! 
How  fdon  ray  .comforts. rife  and  die, 
As  fears  and  hopes  remove  ! 

2  Occe  I  prefum'd  I  ne'er  fhou.ld.  fee 
Darknefs  and  death  no  more  ; 

I  thought  the  Lord  had  fet  me  free, 
And  all  my  doubts  were  o'er. 

3  I  thought  in  joy  toipendmy  days 
Without  a  flaviflittar  ; 

And  always  find  a  heart  to  praife, 
lhat  fiicnd  I  love  fo  dear. 

.4   But.O!  I  left  my  heav'nly  friend., 

And  fol'ow'd  falfe  delights  ; 
Soon  did  my  joyful  moments  end 
In  lojig  and  tedioas   iugtus,. 


i66  II  Y  M  N  S.  B.I 

5  O  then  I  faid  that  'twas  for  me,  ' 
As  in  paft  months  of  joy  ; 

When  from  ihofe  doubts  my  foul  was  free* 
And  praife  was  my  employ  ! 

6  O  Jefus  let  me  once  more  fee 
Thofe  happy  hours  of  love  ; 

Extend  thine   arm  of  grace  to  me. 
And  make  thofe  clouds  remove. 

-  *j   Awake -my  heart  with  life  divine. 

And  give  my  fpirit  reft  ; 
Uniefs  1  feel  that  thou  art  mins, 
I  cannot  think  I'm  bleft. 

HYMN  XXXVIII.     Short  Metre, 
On  the  day  of  efpoufals  to  Chrijt. 
T  was  a  happy  hour 

When  I  firft  knew  the  Lord  ; 
When  God  with  ail  his  faving  pow'r 
^My  finking  foul  reftor'd. 


ii. 


W    Wi 


&   How  did  my  heart  rejoice, 
//        In  joys  that  were  divine  ! 
{J/f/     With  joy  I  heard  the  Saviour's  voice} 
Declare  that  he  was  mine. 

/  3  Then  he  fubdu'd  my  fo|s, 

f  And  made  my  fears  remove, 

He  brought  me  from  a  fcene  of  woe$j 
And  cheer'd  me  with  his  love. 

4  I  lean'd  upon  his  breaPu 
^  And    fee  him  face  to  face  ; 

My  foul  enjty'd  a  heav'niy  refi5 


B.  III.  H  Y  M  N  S. 

5  Then  on  the  wings,  of  love 
I  bid  the  world  adieu  ; 

My  heart  was  foaring  far  above. 
Where  joys  are  ever  new. 

6  Ah  what  »  fcene  of  joy 
My  foul  was  carry 'd  in  i 

To  praife  the  Lord  was  my  employ. 
And  I  crv'd  out  Amen. 

HYMN  XXXIX.     Common   Metre, 
Heaven  on  earth. 
i'QOME  happy  days  I  find  below 

KJ      When  Jefus  is  with  me  ; 
Nor  would  I  any  pleafure  know* 

0  Jefus  but  in  thee. 

2  When  I  can  ta-fte  immortal  love, 
And  find  my  Jefus  near, 

My  foul  is  bleft  where  e'er  I  rove, 

1  neither  mourn  nor  fear. 

3  Let  angels  boaft   their  joys  above, 
I  tafte  the  fame  below, 

They  drink  of  the  Redeemer's  love, 
And  I  have  Jefus  too. 

HYMN  XL.     'Long   Metre. 
Longing  to  btkept  near  to  Chrift. 
i^T^HIS  life's  ablaft,  this  world's  a  cheat  | 
JL       Ten  thoufand  dreams  lead  me  aftray  ; 
O  God  cont'roul  my  roving  feet, 

And  lead  me  fafe  in  wifdom's  way. 

2  Jefus  my  God,  my  life  my  friend, 

Is  all  the  joy  my  feu  I  would  know  ;  It 


*g3  HYMNS.  B.iH, 

0  cheer  my  heart  till  time  fhall  end, 
With  joys  that  from  thy  goodnefs  flow. 

3  O  let  me  feel  thy  boundlefs  grace, 
And  on  the  rock  fecurely  ftand  J 

And  lead  me  on  the  chriitian  race, 
To  reach  with  joy  the  heav'nly  land. 

4  Then  ftiarl  I  drop  all  grief  and  fear; 
My  Jefus  wipes  my  tears  away  ; 

And    with  triumphant  fongs  appear 
In  climes  of  uncreated  day. 

HYMN  XLI.     Long  Metre. 
A  chrijlian  in  the  dark  panting  for  light. 

1  f    ORD  how  it  grieves  my  wounded  heart, 
JL-4  That  I  ihould  e?er  from  thee  depart  ; 

And  for  fome   vain  amufing  toy, 
Forfake  my  God,  and  lofe'my  joy  ; 

2  Oft  in  a  wildecnefs  I  rove, 
Aim-oft  a  Granger  to  thy  love  ; 
Still  I  defire  to  fee  thy  face, 
And  hope  again  to  (ing  thy  grace, 

3  But  ftiH  I  find  no  folid  reft  ; 

A  ftcrm  flill  raging  in  my  bread  ; 
Lord  from  this  bondage  fet  me  free, 
And  let  my  foul  rejoice  in  thee. 

4  Hafte  for  my  help,  dear  Lord,  I  pray, 
And  chace  thefe  difmal  clouds  away  ; 
Lord  may  thefe  mountains  now  remove; 
Let  ms  once  more  enjoy  thy    leve. 


&TII.  H  Y  M  N  S.  189 

5   O  happy  hour  when  I  fhall  fing, 
Beneath  the  fceptre  of  my  king  ! 
Then  fhall  I  drink  of  dreams  divine, 
And  know  O  God  that  I  am  thine. 

HYMN  XLII.     Common  Metre, 
Wondering  at  God's  grace. 
jTJL  /TY  foul,  O  wonder  have  I  known 

JLv  JL     The  faviour's  boundlefs  grace  ! 
Am  I  ib  bleft,  O  am  I  one 
Of  the  redeemed  race  ! 

2  Shall  I  one  day  be  call'd  to  reign 
In  the  bright  realms  above  ? 

Live  with  my  God  ;  nor  fin  agaii*  : 
But  feaft  upon  his  love. 

3  O  what  a  wonder  I  fhall  be, 
To  all  the  heav'n  born  race  ! 

Angels  amaz'd  may  look  on  me, 
A  miracle  of  grace* 

4  Inflam'd  with  everlafring  love, 
My  Jefus  I'M  adore. 

My  manfion  in  the  realms  above, 
Where  death  is  known  no  more, 

HYMN  XLIII,     Long  Metre. 

The  chrifiian  who  has  been  in  the   dark,  getting 

Strength  and  feeling  encouragement. 
iTT  ~T  OW  oft  ir.  exile  paths  I  rove, 

X  JL      And   mourning  as  the  widow'd  dove  ; 
\v  and 'ring  in  defart  wiles,  below, 
Purfu'd  wah  fear,  opprcfi'd  with  woe* 


ico  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.III, 

2  I  turn,  I  rove,  I  grieve  I  crv  ; 
But  (fill  I'm  loft,    where  fhail  l' fly  ; 

.My  friend's  aicof  ;  and  O  in  vain, 
All  earthly  joys  to  move  my  pain  ! 

3  But  O  my  Jefus  can  relieve  ] 
Lord  give  me  faith  I  mud  believe, 

'i  hou  wilt  net.  cannot  Lord  pa fs  by 
And  leave  a  helplefs  foul  to  die. 

4  To  thee  I'll  come  and  tell  my  woe„ 
Thou  mull  nor,  will  not  leave  me  fo  ; 
Thy  bowels  doth  with  pity  move, 
And  thou  wilt  blefs  me  with  thy  love. 

5  No  pieafure  in  tlie  earth  I  crave  ; 
bAy  portion  here  I  will  not  have  ; 
No  happy  davs  I  with,  to  fee, 

But  what  is  found  O  Lord  in  thee* 

6  Jefus  I  caft  myfelf  on  thee  ; 
Nor  will  I  e'er  cemented  be, 
Until  I  find  ihefe  clouds   remove, 
And  feel  thy  grace  and  ling  \hy.  loveo 

*r    I  mufl  believe  thou  iliouVhl  on  me, 

n  thou  hung  bleeding  on  ihe  tree  ; 
Nor  would  thou  in  thy  glory  dwell 
And  fee  my  lou!  gp  down  to  hell. 

8    VL;hir:ks  O  God  I  fie!  thy  love, 
And  feel  my  chjms  of  deaih  remove, 
And  now  with  pieafure  I  can  nng, 
The  Saviour  is  my  God  and  ktog. 


B.IIT,.  H  Y  M  N  S.  iqi 

HYMN  XLIV.     ifoji^  Metre. 
Longing  to  be  zo holly  for  God. 
a/^\    FOR  a  heart  my  God  to  love  ! 

V_^    While  through  this  defart  world  I  rove  ! 
His  name  (hou'd  always  rule  my   tongue  » 
Redeeming  love  mould    be  my  fbng. 

2  Thine  arm  of  love   O  God  extend, 
Be  thou  my  iifey  my  God  my  friend  I 
And  let  thy  name  my  foul  engage, 
Long  as  I  tread  this  mortal   flage. 

3  Ah  !   Jefus  may  my  portion  be, 
Found  in  no  glory  but  in  thee  ; 
And  let  me  daily  fpend  my  breath, 
To  teli  my  fellow  men  thy  death. 

4  A  victor  o'er  the  grave  I  fing. 

And  Qy\  Si  0  death  where  is  thy  fling  J* 
Myheav'nly  father  calls  me  home, 
And  glad  I  anfwer  <{  Lord  I  come." 

HYMN     LXV.     Common  Metre, 
7  he  fame. 
if^\   COULD  I  find  a  humble  place, 

\^r       But  near  the  lowly  Lamb, 
How  would  my  foul  extoi  h.s  grace, 
And  la-id  his  precious  name  ! 

2   L«^rd  bring  my  heart  fo  near  to  theer 

V.  hile  through  this  world  I  rove, 
That  I  mav  c\try  moment  be 

Tianfported  with  thy  love. 

g   O  fet  me  walk  with  thee  my  God, 

,  .  firdme  always  nigh,  R  » 


iq2  H  Y  M  N  S.  E.  Ill, 

Give  me  to  eat  immortal  food, 
And  I  fha!!  never  die, 

4   I  want  that  grace  that  may  he  felr3 

Thar  will  mv  (ou\  inflame  ; 
I  want  this  hsrden'd  heart  to  melt 

At  the  Redeemer's  name. 

*>  I    W3nt  ail  fe!f  to  he  fubdu'd, 

And  pride  no  more  to  reign  ; 
I  want  my  foul  O  God  renew'd, 

And  never  fin  again. 
6    I  v  ant  my  wiil  to  be  refign'd 

To  ihe  Redeemer's  ways  ; 
Accl  ev'ry  pow'rof  thou&ht  inclin'd 

My  God  to  love  and  praiie. 

*»    I  want  mv  foui  hound  up  in  God, 

And  feel  h;s  nature  mine, 
To  feall  npon  immortal  food, 

\nd  drink  of  joys  divine. 

8   This,  this  O  blefTed  God  alone, 

Is  ail  that  I  implore 
O  !ec  me  and  thvfelf  he  one, 

And  I  in:A\   want  no  more. 

HYMN   XLVI.      Long    Metre. 

The,  Say  of  tfboufals,  and  fciloueing  travels* 

1  Ti  ft    ''  ^~(n)'  rftv.iews  'he  happy  &-*y 
1\  JL    When  Je.fus  rais'd  me  from  the  dead  ; 
c  •     ;iv  enormous  load  awav, 
And  fed  me  with  immortal  bread. 


B.ITT.  H  Y   M   N'S,  193 

a  Pluck'd  from  the  jaws  of  death  and  hell, 

On  a  firm  rock  he  fet  my  feet  ; 
Tcid  me  that  I  with  him  mould  dwell, 

And  with  his  children  find  my  real, 

0  O  happv  moments  I  en]oy'd, 
Beneath  the  mamle  of  his  love  J 

1  ear,  I  drank,  but  was  not   cloy'd  ; 

My  panting  foul  ft  ill  foar'd  above, 

4  So  ftrong^  my  faith,  fo  great  my  joy^ 
And  fo  unfhaken  felt    my  peace, 

I  thought  no  foes  would  e'er  annoy 
My  fa c red  joys  till  time  (hail  ceafe* 

5  But  ah  !    too  Toon  my  flefh  inclin'd 
To  court  fome  vain  amufing  toy  ; 

When  I  indulg'-d  my  carnal  mind, 
The  lcene  was  changM  I  loft  my  joy „ 

6  Mourning  in  exile  then  I  went 
With  all  my  foul  in  deep  diftrefs, 

And  fear'd  ray  days  would  all  be  fpent 
In  grief  without  one  moment's  reft. 

*j  But  O  my  Lord  re  turn' d  again- 

And  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  remove  ; 

My  foul  with  joy  forgot  her  pain, 
And  funa  aioud  reftoring  love  ! 

HYMN  XLVII,     Long  Metre. 

The   chriftian  feeling  a  fenfe  of  removing  from 
Chrift. 

j/^\    HOW  unguarded  Lord  I  am, 
\*^  So  much  to  wander  from  thy  name  I 


*94  HYMNS.  B.IIL 

Ungrateful  wretch  ffom  thee  to  rove, 
To  wound  my  foul,  abufe  thy    love  ! 

£   When  e'er  I  leave  my  heav'nly  friend. 
My  frars  arife  and  conforts  end  ; 
And  yet  for  fonae  aqpufijrig  toy, 
1  leave  him  and  pollute  my  joy, 

3  Then  wades  my  foul  through  hours  of  grlefj 
Till  he  appears   for  my  renef  ; 

The  joys  that  led  my  foul  affray 
Proves  but  a  torment  in  my  way. 

4  And  yet  I  think  it  grieves  my  hearty 
That  I  fhonld  from  my  love  defer t  ;- 
Nor  do  I  find  a  moment's  peace, 

Till  I  again  behold  his  face, 

5  O  could  I  fee  my  friend  again, 
I'd  tell  him  how  my  joys  were  fiain  ; 
'Tis  not  his  will  that  I  fhould  go 

In  ftorms  of  grief  lunk  down  fo  low. 

'6   Come'  then  my  Jefus  don't  delay  ; 
Come  take  this  unbelief  away  ; 
One  fpark  of  thine  immortal  love 
Will  make  my  furrows  all  remove. 

*j  Then  will  my  cheerful  tongue  proclaim- 
The  goodnefs  of  thy  lovely  name, 
And  never  ceafe  the  facred  ftrains 
W'hile  an  immortal  thought  remains. 

HYMN   XLVilL     Short    Metre. 

The  chriftian  J  (firing  to  be  nearer  to  the  Lord* 
l"f?  vOM    the  remains  of  fin, 

J:       O  Lord  I  won  Id  be  tree, 


B.  III.  H  Y  M  N  S.  39.5: 

Or  keep,  them  down  by  grace  divine. 
That  I  might  live,  to  thee. 

2  Engage  ray  heart  and  tongue, 
To  tell  the  world  thy  name  ; 

My  foul  would  make  thy  love  my  fong} 

And  triumoh  in  the  theme. 

• 

3  My  foul  would  walk  with  thee. 
While  on  this  matt  a  1  {here  ; 

And  then  O  God  in  heav'n  I'll  be  - 
With  thee  forever-more.  ' 

4  Then  in  eternal  blifs. 

With  my  dear  God  I'll  reign  % 
If  I  can  be  where  jefus  is. 


HYMN  XLIX.     Long  Metre S 
The  chrijliari  in.  ike  dark. 

rf\  HOW  1>ve  left  my  Chn{1  my  Goi» 

vJR'  And  with  the  'mufmg  world  have  trod  t 
Ai>a  uow  I  feel   myfelf  in  chasm,. 
Nor  can  I  fing  the  heav'niy   {iratns. 

2  My  mourning  fou^can.  find  no  reft  ; 
Nor  all  creation  make  me  Melt  ; 
Unui  I  find  the  heav'niy  dove, 

And  tafte  the  fweetnefs  of  his  love, 

3  Could  I  once  mf>re  my  Je°fus  find,- 
And  in  him  reft  my  weary  mind, 
Methinksl  never  more  would  rove. 
To  lofe  the  prefence  of  m.^iove«  - 


196  H  Y  M  NS,  15,  Hi. 

6   I   long  to  fly  into  his  arms, 

And  tafte  again  thofc  heav'niy  charms  ; 

0  Jfefus  fet  the  mourner  free, 
And  caufe  me  to  rejoice  in  thee. 

KYMN  L.     Common  Metre. 
The  ckriftian's  warfare  with  the  old  and  new  man* 
ip1pOO  often,  O  my  bleOed  God, 

1  JL        I  have  deny'd  thy  name  ; 
Have  hid  my  light  conceal'd  thy  worcl^ 

And  crucify'd  the  Lamb. 

2  When  I  have  been  in  deep  diftrefs, 
And  all  my  helpers  fled, 

Jefus  the  Lord  my  righteoufnefs 
Has  rais'd  me   from  the  dead. 

3  Oft  has  he  gave  my  fpirit  peace, 
And  bid  my  foes  remove  ; 

Has  caus'd  my  doubts  and  fears  to  ceafcr 
And  cheer'd  me  with  his  love. 

4  Yet  when  my  doubts  began  to  rife, 
1  foon  deny'd  the  Lamb  ; 

For  unbelief  fleps  in  and  cries, 
li  1  never  knew  his  name." 

5  And  then  inftead  of  ftanding  firm, 
Or  flying  to  the  Lord, 

I  unbelieving,  doubt  his  name, 
And  give  my  foe  the  fword. 

6  I    afk  for  light  and  yet  I  choofe  j 
In  darknefs  fiill  to  be  ; 

I  D'.ead  fur  mercy  yet  refufe 
His  love  held  out  fo  free, 


B.  III.  H  -Y  M  N  S.  jfgjf 

q  I  often  promife  if  I  fee 

One  glimpfe  of  light  again, 
J  never  more  will  faithlefs  be, 

But  break  through  ev'ry  chain. 

3  I  beg  a  freedom  from  my   pains, 
Yet  when  it  would  appear 

1  choofe  my  prifon  and  ray  chains, 

And  hug  my  flavifh  fear. 

9  O  what  a  roving  foul  am  I  ! 

How  full  of  unbelief  ! 
What  mail  I  <Io,  where  mall  I  fly, 

That  I  may  find  relief? 

jo  Strengthen  O  Lord  the  inner  man 

The  outward  to  fubdue, 
Nor  let  me  trea-d  the  enchanted  land, 
But  bid  their  fnares  adieu. 

HYMN  LI.     tommon  Metre. 
Afoul  between  hope  and  fear. 
3./^\  THAT  I  knew  it  was  the  cafe 
-\*J      My  foul  was  born  cf  God, 
And  found  my  felf  among  that  race, 
WaGi'd  in  the  Saviour's  blood  ! 

2  The  time  has  been,  I  thought  I  knew 
The  blefs'd  Redeemer's  vx>ice  ; 

I  thought  I  lofl  my  burden  too, 
And  felt  my  heart  rejoice. 

3  I  thought  .my  will  was  then  religu'd 
To  the -Redeemer's  ways, 

And  felt  my  inmoft  foul  inclia'd 
To  tell  the  world  his  arace. 


*$«,  II  Y  M  N  S.  B.  Hi, 

4  But  O  !  too  foon  the  fcene  was  turn'd, 

I  loft  that  pleafing  view  ; 
I  loft  the  fweetnefs  once  I  found, 
Loft  earthly  plcafures  too. 

5  And  ah  !   if  he  was  once  my  friencL 
Could  I  his  prefence  leave  ? 

Why  can  I  not  on  him  depend  ? 
Why  cannot  I  believe  ? 

6  This  makes  me  deubt  my  ftate  the  more 
Becanfe  if  he  was  mine 

1  think  thefe  clouds  would  focn  be  o'er, 

And  heav'n  around  me  fhine. 

7  O  Jefus  wilt  thou  now  appear 
With  thine  almighty  arm  ; 

Thefe  clouds  expel  my  Handing  clears 
And  fhew  me  what  I  am. 

8  I  cannot  reft  no  longer  fo, 
My  foul  rifk'd  over  hell ; 

O,  blefled  Jefus,  let  me  know 
That  I  with  thee  ill  all  dwell. 

HYMN    LIT.     Long  Metre, 
On  the  day  of  efpoufals  to  Chrijt. 
i*""!  **  EM  thoufand  praifes  to  the  Lamb 

JL    Who  freely  bore  my  guilt  and  Ihame, 
And  gave  his  life  and  fpilt  his  blood 
To  bring  my  finking  foul  to  God  ! 

2  He  took  me  from  the  Jaws  of  hell 
That  I  might  in  his  bofom  dwell  ; 

'Gave  me  a  manfion  in  his  love,  4 

And  fed  me  with  the  joys  above. 


B.  Ill,  H  Y  M  N.  S.  i$g 

3  'Twas  he  that  broke  my  chains  away, 
Gave  rne  a  glimpfe  of  heav'nly  day  ; 
My  foul  beheld  him  face- to -face, 

And  fweetly  fung  redeeming  grace* 

4  'Twas  then  I  -tafted  angels  food, 
And  on  the  rock  of  ages  flood  ; 
His  love  did  ail  my  fears  deftroy, 
And  turn  ray  forrows  all  to  joy* 

5  Nothing  O  Ldrd  can  I  retnrn 

To  thee  who  hath  my  anguilh  borne- j 
No  compenfation  can  I  make, 
Yet  of  thy  love  mu'ft  ftill  partake. 

6  Ten  thottfand  worlds  a  gift  too  foiall, 
Yet  I  mud  give  to  thee  my  all  ; 

And  tfhen  I've  yielded  all  will  fay, 
"'  I've  nothing  paid  and  nought  to  bay," 
HYMM   LIH.     Long    Metre. 
The  pilgrims  parting  fong, 
aYjILGRIiMS  with  pleafure  let  us  part, 
■JL      Since  we  are  all  bound  up  in  heart  ij 
No  length  of  days  nor  diftant  fpace 
Can  ever  break  thefe  bands  of  grace. 

2  Parting  with  joy  we'll  join  to  fing 
The  wonders  of  our  bleeding  king  ; 
Our  diftant  bodies  may  remove, 
Eut  nothing  fhall  divide  our  love. 

3  In  vain  may  earth  and  hell  combine 
To  quench  that  love  which  is  divine  ; 
It  will  not  ceafe  with  dying  breath, 

Nor  cool  when  we  are  cold  in  (ka&B  S 


aoo  HYMN'  S.  B.Ifi. 

4  And  now.  in  love  with  Jefus'  name 
Let  bodies  part  to  fpeed  his  fame, 
That  other  fouls  may  leave  their  woe, 
And  fhare  with  us  in  glory  too. 

5  And  O  a  few  more  days  or  years 
Shall  bring  a  period  to  our  tears  ! 
And  we  {hall  reach  the  blifsful  more, 
Where  parting  hours  are  known  no  more0 

6  There  (hall  our  fouls  adore  the  hand, 
That  led  us  though  this  defert  land  ; 
Lofe  all  our  griefs,  forget  our  pains, 
And  join  in  everlafling  drains. 

HYMM  LIV.      Common   h'htr.c. 
The  awakened  finnir. 
lrTTiLL  me  fome  friend,  where  Ih.all  I  g~ 

JL        To  find  a  quick  relief? 
Kow  fhall  I  leave  this  gulf  of  woe, 
And  chains  of  unbelief  ? 

z  I'm  !o(r,  I'm  dead,  I  cannot  rife  ; 

No  refuge  can  I  fee  ; 
I've  neither  heart,  nor  ears,  nor  eyes^. 

From  this  black  gulph  to  flee. 

3  My  golden  moments  like  a  blaft, 
Are   fwifdy  gaffing  on; 

And  fhould  my  day  of  grace  be  pafr 
I  am  forever  gone  ! 

4  I  cannot  feel  the  name  of  God, 
Nor  love  his  blefTed  ways  ; 

J  find  no  fpirit  in  rm  word, 
Hor  fweetnefs  in  his  grace. 


3.  fit,  H  Y  M  N  &  201 

5  O  might  my  itubbom  fpirit  bow, 
At  the  Redeemer's  feet  ! 

They  fay  his  love  I  foori  {hall  know, 
And  find  a  happy  feat, 

6  O  could  I  once  in  Chrift  believe, 
This  mountain  foon  would  move  ; 

My  foul  would  his  free  grace  receive, 
And  fing  his  boundlefs  love. 

HYMN  LV.     Particular    Mctrt, 
Longing  to  be  with  Chrijl. 
lit   ffY   foul,  O  God  afpires  to  be 
.LYJL  From  interpofing  darknefs  free^ 
Ravifh'd  with  fcenes  divine  ! 

1  long  to  fwim  in  boundlefs  grace, 
And  fee  my  Saviour  face  to  face, 

And  know  ray  God  is  mine. 

2  I  long  to  find  my  happy  feat- 
Where  I  might  wafh  my  Saviour's  feet 

In  humble  tears  of  lore  ; 
To  praife  my  God  with  all  my  hearty 
And  never  from  his  love  defert, 

Till  I  awake  above. 

3  Millions  of  years  of  carnal  joys  ? 
With  earthly  crowns,  are  empty  toys, 

Compared  with  Chrift  my  friend  ; 
Tn  him  alone  I  can  be  bleft  ; 
Tis  he  that  gives  me  folid   reft, 

And  makes  my  forrows  endv 

4  O  (hall  I,  {hall  I  ever  be, 
Where  I  this  bleffed  Chrift  {hall  fee, 

And  ev'ry  flora*  blawn  o'er  ? 


202  HYMNS,  B.lllo 

* 

On  wings  of  the  celeftial  dove 
I'M  foar  and  drink  immortal  love, 
And  leave  my  friend   no  more. 

5  There  I  (hall  bafic  in  facred  beams, 
And  folace  in  celeftial  flreams 

Of  fweet  unmingled  joy  ; 
There    I  (hall  find    my  long  abode 
In  perfect  likenefs  of  my  God, 

Where  nothing  ca,n  annoy 

6  A  palm  of  honor  I  fhall  wear, 
With  all  the  heav'nly  armies  (hare^ 

In  all  their  joys  divine  ; 
.   There  I  fhall  find  eternal  peace, 
My  fongs  of  joy  fhall   never  ceafe3 
And  Jefus  (hall  be  mine. 

HYMN  LVI.     Common  Metre,. 
The    chrif.ian,     declaring     his    converfion^    end 

wondering  at  Ggd's  goodnefs. 
iTJTOW  could  Jehovah  floop  fo  low, 

X  JL   To  think  on  me  with  love  ! 
Mult  God  hmifelf  affume  my  woe 
To  bear  my  foul  above. 

2  lie  faw  me  loathfome  in  the  field, 
And  watl'wing  in  my  blood  ; 

My  guilt  anjl  (hame  all  unconceal'd 
Before  a  fpotlefs  God. 

3  No  feeling  tr3v'ler  palling  by, 
No  arm  with  pow.'r  to  fave, 

No  friend  to  look  with  pitying  eye$- 
No  r^nfom  to  be  gave*. 


B.  III.  H  Y  M  N  S.  203, 

4  At  length  behold  a  God  appears, 
And  feels  his  bowels  move, 

Then  heav'n  itfelf  lets  fall  a  tear;, 
And  fpreads  a  fkirt  of  love. 

5  O  boundlefs  love  I  what  fhall  I  fay 
To  fuch  a  ftoop  as  this  ! 

What  thanks  O  God,  can  I  repay 
For  thine  unbounded  grace  ! 

6  O  God  to  praife  thy  worthy  name, 
Let  all  creation  join  ; 

And  when  all  creatures  found  thy  fame 
The  higheft  note  be  mine. 

7  Amen  let  hallelujah's  found, 
Through  all  the  realms  above  ! 

Anthems  of  pleafure  fliall  re  found 
The  wonders  of  thy  love. 
HYMN     LVII.     Particular  Metric 
Redeeming  Love, 
xT>TLGRIMS  let  us  join  to  fing 

JL     Hallelujahs  to  ©ur  king, 
While  as  pilgrims  here  we  rove, 
Tell  and  fing  Redeeming  love. 

2  Tell  how  Jefus  on  the  tree 
Gave  his  life  for  you  and  me  ; 
Point  to  the  incarnate  dove, 
Shew  poor  fouls  redeeming  love. 

3  Sinners  fee  the  Saviour  dies, 
See  him  in  his  agonies, 
Can  your  hearts  forbear  to  move  ? 
Opei  to  redeeming  love,  S% 


*M  HYMN  £  B.IIL  ' 

4  Thus  expiring  bows  his  head, 
To  the  caverns  of  the  dead  ; 
Then  triumphant  mounts  above, 
Sounding  his  redeeming  love. 

5  Still  he  labours  on  the  earthy 
Raifing  wretched  fouls  from  death  ; 
He  at  ev'rv  heart  doth  move, 
Offering  redeeming  love, 

6  Sinners  juftly  doom'd  to  hell, 

If  they  would  in  heav'n  might  dwell  ! 
Room  enough  in  realms  above, 
Jefus  courts  them  to  his  love. 

7  Wretched  fouls  by  fin  aftray, 
Owing  much  with  nought  to  pay  ; 
Geafe  in  foreign  lands  to  rove, 
Fly  home  to  redeeming  love. 

8  Prodigals  wipe  off  your  tears ; 
Bamfh  ail  your  flavilh  fears  ; 
Jefus  feels  his  bowels  move, 
Runs  to  meet  you  with  his  love. 

pause. 

9  Wounded  hearts. 'may  now  rejoice  % 
Mourners  hear  the  Saviour's  voice  ",. 
Kalten  to  the  courts  above, 

There  to  fing  redeeming  love. 

io  Chrift  extends  his  bleeding  hand  ^ 
Courts  you  to  the  facred  band  ; •' 
Come  and  with  the  pilgrims  rove, 
Sliare  and  4Dg  redeeming  iovc* 


B.  in.  H-Y  M  N  S.  205, 

x  1    Soon  from  all  thefe  florms  of  night, 
We  to  heav'n  fliall  take  our  flight  ; 
Wing'd  on. the  celsftiai  dove, 
Sailing  in  redeeming  love, 

a  2   With  the  countlefs  throng  we'll  join, 
Each  may  fay  "  This  Chrijl  is  mint;'3 
Each  enjoy  a  feat  above, 
Where  there's  nothing  known  but  love» 

13  Shining  in  immortal  Bloom  ; 
Hail  !  all  glory,  this  our  home  ! 
Shouts  refounding  all  above, 
B'oundlefs  is  redeeming  love. 

14  Love  ihall  be  our  Iafting  themes . 
Love  (hall  ev'ry  foul  inflame  ; 
Always  NOW  in  realms  above  ; 
Ah  !   Amen  redeeming  love  ! 

HYMN  LVIII.      Common  Metre, 
The  new-born  foul  rejoicing  in  Chrifti 
tTTOSANNA  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  • 

JLJL      Praife  him  ye  hofts  above  ! 
'Twas  he  that  bore  my  guilt  and  fhame^. 
And  taught  my  foul  his  love. 

2  Juft  like  a  lamb  he  freely  dies 
For  fuch  a  wretch  as  I  ; 

And  with  his  dying,  groans  he  cries, 
*:  Let  not  thefinner  die," 

3  Great  love  indeed  !   O  could  it  be- 
That  he  would  bear  my  guilt-! 

Can  1  believe  it  was  for  me 
His  precious  blood  was  fpilt ! 


266  HYMNS.  B.III, 

4  Yes  Jefus  knows  I've  found  his  love, 

And  long  10  love  him  more  ; 
And  fain  I  would  where  e'er  I  rove, 

His  worthy  name  adore. 

4  Let  me  be  feai'd  upon   his  breafly 

And  ravifh'd  with  his  name  ; 
Then  in  the  realms  of  glory  bleft, 
His  love  fho-U  be  my  theme. 

HYMN  LIX.     Long   Metre. 
In  debt  to  everlajiing  love, 
a  |  \OWN  from  the  glorious  realms  above, 

XJ  Defcends  the  Saviour  cloth'd  with  love 
AiTumes  a  body  (can  it  be  ?) 
To  bleed  and  fuffer  death  for  me. 

2  Freely  he  fpent  his  life  and  breath 
To  fave  me  from  eternal  death  ; 
And  when  no  helper  I  could  fee 
Made  known  his  dying  love  to  me, 

3  He  took  me  from  the  jaws  of  hell,- 
And  told  my  ioul  that  all  was  well  ; 
His  lore  fo  great,  his  grace  fo  free, 
He  faid  he  fpilt  his  blood  for  me. 

4  O  love  amazing  !  boundlefs  grace  ! 
To  me  the  worfi  of  mortal  race  ; 
How  could  the  Saviour  die  fo  free, 
For  fuch  a  worthlefs  wretch  ar  me. 

5  What  (hall  I  do,  what  (hall  I  fay  ? 
What  can  rny   foul  to  him  repay 
Who  fpilt  his  precious  blood  fo  free 
For  fuch  a  guilty  wretch  as  me  ? 


U.m.  H  Y  M  NSo  2Cj 

6   Lord  a!!  I  have  is  double  thine j 

And  I  with  pleafure  will  refjgn 

My  everlafting  all  to  thee, 

"Who  died  for  i'uch  a  wretch  as  me. 

*j  This  name  (hall  dwell  upon  my  tongire? 
With  joy  1*11  make  his  love  my  fong  j 
I'll  laud  -that  name  that  (ioop'd  fofree 
To  favc  a  foul  fo  vile  as  me. 

8  Forever  irr  the  realms  above, 
Bound  up  in  everlafting  love, 

1  (hall  with  joy  and  wonder  fee  ' 
That  Chrift  who  gave  his  life  for  me0 

9  I'll  found  with  ail  the  countlefs  race 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace  ; 
And  this  fhall  be  my  lading  plea, 

The  higheft  notes  belongs  to  me, 

HYMN  LX.     Short  Metre, 
P-anting  after  Chrift, 
iT   F    I  the  Saviour  know, 

JL,    Andhave  my  fins  forgiv'n, 
"Why  then,  Q  Jefus,  (hould  1  go 
Without  the  fmiles  of  heav'a  t- 

2  My  foul  can  never  reft 
Without  the  love  of  God  ; 

O  let  me  lean  upon  thy  bread, 
And  feed  upon  thy  word. 

3  There's  nothing  here  can  give 
My  wounded  foul  releafe  ; 

But  when  I  near  my  Jefus  live 
X  Hod  a  loitd  peace*. 


2oS  HYMNS,  B.IXt. 

4  O  let  me  fee  thy  face, 
Thou  bled  unfpotted  Lamb  ; 

Then  will  I  fing  redeeming  grace, 
And 'tell  the  world  thy  name. 

5  O  Jefus  rule  my  heart, 
With  beams  of  love  divine  ; 

And  when  ihi$  mortal  life  fiiall  ceafe, 
I'll  be  forever  thine, 

KYMN  LXI.     Long  Metre. 
The  daily  experience  of  God's  goodntfs, 

GREAT  is  the  grace  of  God  to  me, 
While  thro'  this  wretched  world  I  roveji 
How  oft  I  feel,  how  oft  I  fee 

The  tokens  of  his  boundlefs  love  ! 

2  Ten  thoufand  hellilh  foes  engage 
Againft  my  poor  unguarded  foul  ; 

But  Chrifl  fecures  me  from  their  rage  ; 
His  love  doihall  my  fears  controul. 

3  O  mav  I  ever  truft  his  hand, 

And  praife  his  name  with  ev'ry  breath  ! 
By  his  free  grace  my  foul  doth  ftand 
Secure  from  evedafting  death. 

4  And  when  this  mortal  fpirit  dies, 
And  time  with  me  (hall  be  no  more, 

My  foul  where  pleafure  never  dies 
Shall  mount  my  Jefus  to  adore. 

HYMN  LXII.     Lor.g  Metre. 
Defiring  to  be  jlrengthened  with  divine  life, 

BREATHE  on  my  foul,  O  breath  divine, 
And  roufe  me  from  this  ilupid  frame  ; 


B.  III.  H  Y  M  N  S.  20^ 

Give  ftrength  to  this  weak  faith  of  mine* 
And  all  my  foul  with  love  inflame 

2  O  lead  me  ait  the  de fart  through, 

And  let  me  be  with  vigor  bleft  ; 
Then  will  I  bid  the  earth  adieu, 
And  travel  to  etcrnai  reft. 

3  Soon  fiiail  roy  forrows  have  an  end, 
And  all  the  florins  of  hail  (halt  ceafe  j 

And  I  enjoy  my  heavenly  friend, 
In  the  eternal  realms  of  peace. 

HYMN   XXIII.     Long  Metre, 
For  the  Morning, 

O    COULD  my  foul  this  morning  rife 
And  feel  that  life  that  never  dies, 
rdpraife  that  hand   with  ail  my  pow'rs? 
That  guarded  my  unguarded  hours. 

2  'Tis  he  who  gives  me  life  divine  ; 
In  him  eternal  jovs  are  mine; 
Then  roufe  my  foul,  bid  floth  adieu, 
Thy  Jefus  love,  and  him  purfue. 

3  Hafte  on  to  that  immortal  fhore, 
Where  night  and Heep  is  known  no  more  ? 
There  fh all  I  foon  in  glory  rife, 

With  feraphs  in  a  fweet  furprife* 

4  Then  will  I  raife  a  morning  fong, 
With  ail  the  v aft  angelic  throng  ; 
Saiiing  in  everlailing  peace, 

My  morning  fong  (hall  never  ceafe, 


2io  HYMNS.  B.IIL 

HYMN  LX1V.     Long  Metre, 
•Longing  for  more  J "nit  h  and  love. 

O    COULD  I  love  the  bleOed  Lamb, 
While  here  on  earth  with  all  my  foul  ! 
I'd  never  ceafe  to  found  his  name, 
Till  fleeting  moments  ceafe  to  roll. 

2  Then  to  the  peaceful  realms  above, 
From  ihefe  dark  regions  take  my  flight  j 

Wrapt  up  in  everlafting  iove, 
A  child  of  uncreated  light. 

3  There  unbelief  {hall  vex  no  more 
My  foul  from  all  her  for  rows  free  J 

Gaze  on  with  wonder  and  adore 

The  great  I  AM  that  ftoop'd  for  me. 

HYMN    LXV.     Common  Metre. 
De firing  the  heart  to  be  wholly  for  GOD. 
■*-/^  LEANSE  me,  O  God,  by  grace  divine, 

\^  To  \>\e  alone  to  thee  ; 
My  toul  would  be  entirely  thine, 
From  other  lovers  free. 

2  Let  not  this  World's  amufing  toy*, 

Find  room  within  my  heart  ; 
But  charm  me  with  immortal  joys  \ 
Nor  let  me  e'er  defert. 

3  Revive  thy  kingdom  infnybreaQ, 

By  thy  redeeming  love  ; 
Then  I  (ball  be  forever  b left 
With  thee,  O  God   above. 

4  There  will  my  feul  rejoice  in  thcej 

My  eveilaflmg  biift  ; 


Blllk  H  Y  M  N'S,  ual 

The  Lord  will  mine  forever  be, 
And  I   forever  his. 

HYMN  L'XVI.     Lo:iS  Metre. 
The  faint*  s  portion. 
a/"\  WHAT  a- portion  have  pfee   faints, 

\^r    God  is  their  a'!,  they  know  his  love  j 
And  death  will  foon  end  their  complaints, 
And  hand  them  to  their  realms  above, 

2  There  they -will  reign  in  perfect  I ight. 
And   drink  uninterrupted  joy  ; 

No  pow'r  of  hell,  or  fiiades  of  night, 
Their  heav'nly  raptures  (hall  annoy,, 

3  A  manfion  there  in  perfect  blifs, 
Their  fouls  forever  (ball  polfefs  ; 

Tor  they  will' be  where  Jefus  is, 
And  he  is  all  can  make  them  bieiL 

4  O  let  that  portion  Lord  be  mine, 
And  give  thy  bleffed  felf  tome  ; 

If  I  might  be  forever  'tfline, 

It's  ail  the  jovs  I  wim  to  fee. 

HYMN  LXVII.     Long  Metre. 
A  chriftian's  travel. 
i~%/TONE  but  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 

Jj^l  (Whoie  wreflling  fouls  have  felt  the  fame) 
Can  ever  tell  er  ever  know, 
What  difPrent  fcenes  I'm  carry 'd  through, 

2   Seme  times  I  think  of  joys  divine, 

And  fmg,  Ah  !  my  beltv'd  is  mine; 

But  unbelief  returns  again, 

And  loads  my  foul  wiih  fear  and  pain,  T 


212  HYMNS.  B.III, 

3  Some  tiroes  I  get  a  fhort  releafe 
From  chains,  and  find  a  heav'nly  peace  ; 
I  leap  for  joy  expecling  foon 

That  all  my  forrows  will  begone. 

4  But  foon,  ah  !  foon  my  joys   are  fled, 
And  raging  fears  perplex'd  my  head  ; 
Ten  thoufand  beafts  of  prey  return, 
And  caufe  my  bleeding  foul  to  mourn. 

5  Then  like  a  captive  I  complain, 
Till  the  bieft  Mar  appears  again, 
Then  heav'nly  joys  my  fears  controul, 
My  God  tranfports  my  wounded  foul. 

6  Some  times  I'm  like  a  wand'ring  Jew, 
That  feeks  a  friend  whom  once  he  knew  ; 
Nor  doth  my  weary  foot-fteps  end 
Until  I  find  ray  abfent  friend. 

7  Some  times  I'm  like  a  thirfty  plain, 
Parch'd  up  with  drought,    thirfling  for   rain  ; 
And  when  I'm  wa'er'd  from  above, 
Cheerful  I  drink  the   (how'rs  of  love. 

8  O  when,  dear  Jefus,  fhail  I  be 
From  all  thefe  clouds  and  trials  free  ? 
When  (hall  I  reach  the  peaceful  fhore 
Where  florms  of  grief  are  known'no  more  ? 

HYMN  LXVIII,     Common   Metre. 
The  chrijlian' 's  fafeiy . 
i"TX"7*HEN  I  can  find  my  Saviour  nigh, 

V  V         I  feel  my  ftnnding  fure  ; 
I  rell  beneath   his    watchful  eye, 
And  find  cay  heav'n  fecure. 


B.  III.  H  Y  M  N  S.  £13 

2  I  lean  my  foul  upon  his  breaft, 
Encircled  in  his  arms, 

And  there  I  find  my  lafting  reft, 
And  drink  immortal  charms. 

3  If  death  and  hell  my  life  invade 
With  all  their  rage  and  pow'r, 

I'm  fafe  beneath  my  father's   (hade 
In  every  trying  hour. 

4  Stiil  fpread  thy  kingdom  in  my  heart, 
O  Lord  my  lofs  repair  ; 

Make  every  other  lover  part, 
And  reign  forever  there. 

HYMN  LXIX,     Common  Metre. 
A  cheerful  fenfe  of  living,  with  God  forever* 
i|^   HAPPY  thought  !  to  be  fo  bleft 

\^J      As  with  my  God  to  reign  i 
And  there  forever  I  fliall  reft, 
Nor  mourn,  nor  fin  again. 

2  Ere  long  I  (hall  be  freed  from  death, 
And  meet  my  God  in  peace  ; 

Far  from  the  ftorms  of  hell  and  earth, 
Where  joy  (hall  never  ceafe. 

3  O  how  it  makes  my  joys  arife, 
To  feel   it  is  for  me  ! 

My  life  immortal  never  dies, 
For  Jefus  reigns  in  me. 

4  Mount  O  my  foul  and  reach   the  {here, 
Where  I  delight  to  dweii  ; 

When  once  thefe  ftorms  are  all  blown  o?er, 
I'll  ling"  NovaUiswzli:* 


a: 4  H  Y  M  N  Si  13. 

HYMN  LXXY.    Long   Metre. 
The  chrijlian   in  the   dark. 
i  T"    ONC   nights  of  darknefs.  and  of  grief, 

XJ.rve  waded  through  without  reliefs 
And  groan'd  to  fee  the  break  of  day 
To  fcatter  midnight  (hades  away. 

£   This  earthly  fun  brings  not  the  light  } 
This  morn  remains  a  gloomy  night  ; 
But  O  one  glimpfe  of  light  divine, 
Expels  thefe  gloomy  fliades  of  mine  ! 

'3   Break  forth  my  blefied  God  I  pray, 
With  one  fwcet  glimpfe  of  heav'nly  day  } 
Then  v/i!l  my  heart  rejoice  in  thee. 
And  biefs  thy  name  who  fet  me  free. 

HYMN   LXXI.      Common   Metre.. 
The  he,  av"  n -born  foul  rejoicing  in,  the  grace  cj Goda 
i  tf~^  REAT  was  the  peace  my  foul  enjoy'd 
VJT      When  firft  I  knew  (he  Lord, 

1  eat.  I  drank,  but  was  not  cloy'd, 
Still  feafiing  round  his  board. 

2  Rich  was  the  feaft  of  joys  divine3 
„    Which  Jefus  did  beftow  ; 

I  felt  (he  blefFed  Lamb  was  mine, 

And  heav'n  begun  below. 

3  His  arms  of  love  were  clafp'd  around 
My  poor  unguarded  foul  ; 

And  I  a  heav'nly  calmnefs  found  ; 

And  a!i  my  wounds  were  whole,  '  . 

4  Cheerful.  I  fung  my  Saviour's  namcj 
And  firmly  was  refolv'd  . 


B.  III.  HYMN  S.  215 

To  fpread  abroad  his  bleeding  fame, 
Tiil  death  his  life  difTolv'd. 

5   O  Jefus  give  me  ftrength  divine 
To  tell  the  world  thy  love  ; 

0  make  me  as  a  light  to  {bine, 
While  this  dark  world  I  rove. 

HYMN     LXXII.     Common  Metre, 
Chrijt  is  all  the  Chriflian's  joy, 
i(^\  JESUS  let  me  often  tafte 

\±J     The  wonders  of  thy  Jove  ; 
None  but  thyfelf  can  give  me  reft 
While  I  this  defert  rove. 

2  If  I  could  call  this  world  my  own, 
WTith  all  created  blifs, 

1  could  not  live  on   that  alone 

Without  redeeming  grace. 

3  With  thee  my  God,  there's  folid  peace, 
And  life  and  food  divine  ; 

I  always  find  my  forrows  ceafe 
When  I  feel  thou  art  mine. 

4  And  O  fliall  I  with  Jefus  dwell, 
In  joys  forever  new  I 

Then  will  I  triumph  over   hell, 
And  bid  the  earth  adieu. 

HYMN  LXXIII.     Long   Metre.' 
Praife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs, 
iT'LLblefs  thfeO  my   God  of  love, 

X.  While  through  this  veil  of  tears  I  rove  j 
Thy  goodnefs  doth  around  me  ihine. 
And  thou,  0  Lord  j  hath  made  me  thine*        T  3 


rsttt  H'Y  M  N  S.  B,  -  III.  - 

2  O  may  thy  goodnefs  on  my  breafr, 
As  marks  divine  he  well  imprefs'd  ; 
My  heart,  O  God,  I've  give  to  thee, 
Nor  (hall  I  ever  parted  be. 

3  Thou  art  my  father  and.  my  God, 

My  life,  my    ftrength,  my  peace,  my  food  I 
And  now  w-ith  pleafure  would  I  fing. 
The  name  of  tnv  eternal  kin?. 

4  Infpire  me  Lord  to  lift  my  ftrain  ; 
Reign  in  my  heart  forever  reign  ; 
Thy  name  I  love  ;  and  mult  adore 
My  God,  mv  a!!,   for  evermore. 

HYMN  LXXIV.      Common  Metre. 
The  comer  ted  foul  declaring  zchatGod  liath  done* 
iHpO  you  that  love  my  Chrilt Til  tell, 

JL        And  lo  (he  world  declare, 
The  Saviour  brought  my  foul  from  h'eijj 

The  borders  of  defpa-ir. 

2  And  O  he's  fed.  me  with  his  love, 
And  fhew'd  his  fmiling  face  ; 

Nov/  I  can  talk  of  joys  above, 
And  fing  redeeming  grace. 

3  It  was  becaufe  his  grace  was  free. 
His  love  without  a  bound, 

That  ever  one  fo  vile  as  me, 
A  free  falvation  found. 

4  O  come  ye  ftarving  fouls  and  mare 
The  joys  of  Sion's  hill  ; 

The  great  Jehovah  doth  declare 
There's  room  for  ail  who  will, 


E;  III*  HYMNS; 

HYMN     LXXV.  Short   Metre, 
The  fame, 
jdTV.GOD  bow  (hall  I  tell 

X^/      The  freedom  of  thy  grace. 
That  drew  me  from  the  jaws  of  hell 
To  fee  thy  foiling  face  ! 

2  O   the   fweet  joys  divine. 
Of  that  important  day  ! 

I  felt  the  beams  of  glory  ihme,  . 
And  ftcie  my  heart  away, 

3  It  was  my  fweet  employ 
To  tell  the  world -of  Chrift, 

That  others  might  with  me  enjoy 
The  everlafting   feaft. 

4  I  drank  the  joys  above, 
And  felt  a  heavenly   flame-. 

Beneath  the  banner  of  his  love, 
I  fing  my  Saviour's  name. 

5  Ten  thouf&nd  thanks  are  due3 
Ten  thoufand  praifes  be 

To  this  eternal  Saviour  who  » 
Gave  hi:  own  life  for  me. 

HYMN  LXXVI.     Common  hUtr'w 
Adieu  to  all  far  Chrijl. 

1  A  DIEU   to^arth  with  all  your  joy    ! 
XJl     Adieu  to  all  below  ! 

Your  pleafures  ail  I'd  count  a  toy, 
If  I  might  jefus  know. 

2  Adieu  to  ail  cheated  blifs  ! 
Your  greateft  frisndfhip  too .5 


ai8  HYMNS.  B.  Ill, 

Adieu   to  all  but  Jefus  Chrifi. 
For  him  I  mud  purfue. 

g  O  give  me  Chrift  !  for  he  is  all, 

My  foul  for  him  doth  pant  ; 
Let  others  take  this  little  ball, 

No  dare  of  it  I  want. 

4  Jeius  while  here  is  my  delight  ; 

No  other  joys  I'd  know  ; 
And  when  I  quit  thefe  fhades  of  night, 

I  (hall  with  Jefus  go. 

HYMN  LXXVII.  Common  Metre. 
The  pilgrim's  fong. 

lXTTTHY  mould  we  pi'grims  mourning  go, 
V  V        When  Jefus  goes  before  ; 

And  he  has  drunk  our  cup    of  woe, 
That  we  might  weep  no  more. 

2  Short  are  the  forrows  of  an  hour, 
The  ftorm  will  foon  fubfide  ; 

We're  guarded  by  almighty  pow'r, 
In  him  we  may  confide. 

3  We'll  triumph  over  hell  and  death, 
And  all  their  rage  defy  ; 

And  foon  we'll  take  our  flight  from  earth, 
And  foar  to  realms  on  high. 

4  There  (oon  the  pilgrims  all  will  meet, 
Within  the  joyful  plains  ; 

Each  one  {hall  find  a  happy  feat, 
And  ling  immortal  drains. 


B.  Ills  K-Y-M-  N-  S, :  2J2 

5   And  there  from  all  thefe  iorrcws  free, 

We'll  reign  in  perfect  biifs; 
With  Chriit  our  all  we  then  {"hall  be, 

We  are  forever  his. 

HYMN  LXXVIII.     Long  Metre, 
Nothing  cheers  the  chfijlian  but  ChrijVs  love?  ■ 
i~\  ~K  7""  HEN  I  from  my  beloved  flee, 

V  V    No  hsppy  moments  can  I  fee  ', 
But  foon  with  joy  my  fpirhs  move, 
When  I  enjoy  my  Saviour's  love. 

2  Ten  thoufand  worlds  are  all  in  vatny- 
When  I  am  dark  to  eafe  rav  pain  ; 
There's  nothing  can  my  grief  remove, 
But  Chrift  with  his  redeeming  love. 

3  Not  all  my  deareS  friends  on  earth. 
Their  honours  or  their  carnal  mirth, 
Can  make'my  drooping  fpirit  move. 
Until  I  tafte  my  Saviour's  love, 

4  Infipid  is  my  food  to  me, 
No  pleafing  object  can  I  fee, 
Until  my  fouldoth  fdar  above, 
And  tafte  of  my  Redeemer's  love0  - 

5  If  I  had  all  the  joys  he'ow, 

I  would  not  cheer  my  paffions  fo 
As  when  I  feel  my  darknefs  move, 
And  tafle  of  my  redeemer's   ove„ 

6  Or  mould  I  fearch  the  ftars  to  find 
Some  fohd  joy  to  feed  my  mind  ; 

It  would  but  all  a  burden  prove, 
Uiilefs  I  found  redeeming  loyco 


22o  HYMNS.  B.  Ill, 

1  O  let  this  love  be  all  my  fong? 
While  mortal  vigour  moves  my  tongue, 
Then  with  my  Chrift  in  realms  above, 
I'll  drink  and  fing  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  LXXIX.     Long   Metre. 
Thejaints  may  rejoice  for  Jefus. 

1  TT  ESUS  the  Lord  forever  reigns, 

J    His  children  may  exalt  their  ftrains  ; 
In  nim  their  Handing  is  fecure, 
Their  joys  forever  fhall  endure. 

2  When  moon  and  flars  fhall  ceafe  to  mine, 
They'll  reign  in  realms  that  are  divine  ; 
With  Jefus  reign,  with  Jefus  reft. 

And  live  eternal  ages  bleft. 

3  Then  fhout  ye  faints,  ye  fons  of  God, 
And  fpread  your  heav'nly  joys  abroad, 
Fear  not  the  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
Your  Jefus  reigns,  and  all  is  well. 

4  Let  time  lalh  all  her  fcenes  away, 
And  hand  you  io  eternal  day  ; 
Immortal  glory  is  for  you, 

Soon  as  you  bid  thefe  climes  adieu. 

KYMN  LXXX.     Long  Metre. 
The  freedom  of  Chrift-' s  love. 

1  /^V  WHAT  a  bleifing  I  have  found  ! 
V>/   A  fea  of  love  that  hath  no  bound  ;. 

Sure  I  may  fing  that  grace  is  free, 
That  has  redeem'd  a  wretch  like  me. 

2  Though  long  I  with  the  wicked  trod, 
Yet  the  unbounded  grace  of  God, 


B.  III.  HYMNS. 

Purfu'd  and  pluck'd  my  foul  from  hell, 
And  now  in  peace  and  joy  I  dwell. 

3  Sure  I  am  bound  with  ties  of  love 
To  fpread  his  grace  where  e'er  I  rove  ; 
And  if  poor  fouls  inquires  of  me, 

1  muft  declare  his  love  is  free. 

4  Come  then,  ye  ftarving  Tinners,  come 
And  haften  to  my  father's  home  ; 

His  boundlefs  grace  is  free  for  you, 
O  come,  and  tafte  his  goodnefs  too. 

5  Why  will  you  die  when  grace  fo  free 
Is  calling  now,  poor  foul,  for  thee  ? 
The  Saviour's  love  no  more  defpife, 

O  tafte  of  love  that  never  dies. 

H  Y  M  N     LXXXI.     Long  Metre. 

The  foul  born  to  Chriji. 

iT  T  was  the  uncreated  word 

A   Begot  my  foul  again  to  God, 
To  an  inheritance  divine, 
A  crown  that  will  for  ever  {hine. 

2  He  made  my  foul  his  goodnefs  feel, 
And  feai'd  me  with  his  heav'nly  feai  ; 
He  rais'd  his  kingdom  in  my  heart, 
Nor  will  it  ever  from  me  part. 

3  How  fweet  (he  joys  my  foul  doth  tafte 
In  him  my  all,  my  friend,  my  Chrift  \ 
And  O  I  ever  (hall  enjoy 

This  love  where  nothing  can  annoy, 


121 


--22  -H  Y;M  N  S.  B.  ill 

4   Let  all-thefe  worlds  diflolve  and  die, 
My  kingdom  {lands  fecure  on  high, 
And  when  this  life  fhall  ceafe  to  move, 

1  {hail  awake  in  realms  of  love. 

HYMN  LXXXII.      Common  Metre* 
The  pilgrims  aiijing. 
j/^1  OME  pilgrims  let  our  hearts  arife, 

\^f   And  ail  our  lamps   prepare, 
To  take  our  journey  to  the  ikies, 
For  the  bright  morn  is  near. 

2  He  who  has  bought  us  with  his  biood 
Will  fhortly  for  us  come  ; 

And  we  who  love  the  ble ffed  Lamb 
Shall  find  a  happy  home. 

3  There  all  the  pilgrims  meet  in  joy 
At  their  Redeemer's  throne, 

'Where' fin  fhall  never  more  annoy, 
For  joy  triumphs  alone. 

4  Then  fha!i  we  dwell  with  God  our  King, 
And  fee  him  face  to  face  ; 

Our  hearts  with  raptures  then  fhall  fing 
The  wonders  of  his  grace. 

q    Come  pilgrims  let  us  ail  awake, 

That  all  our  lights  m3y  (hine  ; 
The  earth  and  all  its  charms  forfake, 

And  foar  to  realms  divine. 

HYMN  LXXXIII.     Common    Metre* 
Chrijl  the  thriflian's  only  joy. 
JW  pants  my  foul  to  fee  thy  face, 
id  mv  love  ! 


NOW  pants  nr 
My  Jcfus  ani 


s>nr,  hymn  s. 

There's  nothing  cheers  me  hut  thy  grace. 
While  I  this  defer:  rove, 

2   Not  earth  with  all  her  richeil  joys 

Can  ever  make  me  bled  ; 
Their  greated  blifs  I  count  but  toys 

Compar'd  to  fhee'my  ChrifL 

"3  Let  me  have  nothing  but  my  God 

To  rule  in  ail  my  foul, 
I  run  with  joy  the  heav'nly  road 

Till  years  (hail  ceafe  to  roll, 

4  Then  let  the  happy  moment  come^ 
And  call  my  foul  away, 

I'll  meet  my  father  and  my  home3 
In  realms  of  heav'nly  day. 

5  There  I  expetl  ere  long  to  be 
In  my  Redeemer's  arms, 

From  al!  my  fins  and  forrows  free 
Tranlportcd  with  his  charms, 

HYMN  LXXXIV.      Long  Metre, 
A  fenfe  of  fin,  and  Chrijl's  fujftrings. 
s^HpHINK  O  my  foul,  what    thou  had  done  ! 
JL.     My. guilt  has  pier:'d  the  holy  One  ; 

1  hung  a  weight  upon  his  foul, 

Which  caus'd  thofe  floods  of  grief  to  roIL 

2  He  funk  beneath  the  weight  of  fin, 
The  load  fo  great  he   died  therein  ; 
The  fall'n  nature  which  he  bore, 
Crufh'd  him  in  death,  drefs'd  him  in  go?e» 

U 


i24  H-Y  M-N.S.  B.;III. 

3  O  what  unbounded  love  was  this 
To  bring  us  to  eternal  blifs.  ! 
Freely  he  bore  our  death  and  hell, 
That  we  might  in  full  glory  dwell. 

4  And  nowjneihinks  1  hear  him  fay, 
"    Come  dying  firmer s  come  away  ; 

So  greet  my  love  my  grace  fo  free, 
Jfpilt  my  blood  and  died  for  ye." 

HYMN  LXXXV.     Long  Metre, 

The  ckrifiens  Jiappy  .in  any   place,  if  they  enjoy 
t  ,  God's  pr.efence. 

SHOULD  I'be  call'd  to '  diftant  wilds, 
Or  ftarion'd  on  fome  foreign  iho-re, 
If  there  I  found  my  Saviour's  fmiles, 
And  liv'd  with  him  I'd  want  no  more., 

2    'Twas  all  alike  a  heaven  to  me, 

If  I  might  there  enjoy  my  God  ; 
Cheerful  I'd  tread    labile  Chriil  I  fee, 

O'er  rocks  and  hills  by  feet  untrod. 

o    Far  from  the  broils  of  mortal  tongues. 
Or  carnal  fcenes  of  mirth  and  pride, 

I'd    chant  my  folitary  fongs, 

And  in  fweet  contemplations  glide. 

4  The  mofs  fhouid  be  my  downy  bed. 
Through  filent  watches  of  the  ritght ; 

And  jefus.guard  my  ikimb'ring  head, 
'Till  morning  rays  rcftore  the  light. 

5  Then  fnould  my  fweet  and  morning  iays> 
Send  echoes .  throujh  ;hc  filcnl  grove  } 


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Jefus  would  hear  the  notes  I  raife  ; 
My  fongfhould  be  redeeming  love. 

6  Thus  freed  from  ev'ry  outward  fnare, 
To  heav'n  I  would  devote  my  breaih  y'~ 

Jefus  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
Until  1  flept  the  fleep  of  death. 

t        HYMN    LXXXVI.     Common  Metric 

The  chrijiian  foon  to  be  delivered, 
3  £j!  OON  (hall  I  quit  this  mortal  fnore, 

\<3~'    And  Jefus  Hand  my  friend. 
My  nights  of  grief  fhall  all  be  o'er. 
And  all  my  labours  end, 

2  Then  fhall  I  reach  the  realms  of  blifs, - 
Where  my  beloved  reigns, 

Then  I  fhall  dwell    where  Jefus  ist 
And  fing  immortal  '-drains. 

3  There  I  fhall  drink  unmingled  joy,  - 
From 'forearm  of  love  divine  ; 

No  pafhrig  clouds  for  to  annoy 
Where  God-in  glory  mines. 

4-:0  what  immortal  feenes  of  biifs 

Will  bear  my  foul  away  ! 
How  fweei  the  realms  of  joy --and  "peace" 

In  uncreated  day  ! 

HYMM  LXXXVII.     Long    Metre. 

Giving  all  to  Chrijl. 

iTI  7ITH  joy  0  God  I  all  re%n 
V  V     To  be  for  thee,  forever  thine  ; 


..zC  K  Y  M  N  5c  B,I 

1  afk  no  joy  nor  life  but  thee  ; 
One  with  th\  felf,  O  let  me  be. 

2  While  time  remains  my  foul  {hall  Hand 
Safe  in  the  hollow  of  thy  hand  ; 

O  Jet  thy  love  for  me  engage 
Long  as  I  tread  this  mortal  ftage, 

3  O  let  me  daily  walk  with  thee  ; 
Where  e'er  I  go  thy  prefence  fee  ° 
Then  fhall  my  life  and  all  my  davs 
With  joy  be  fpent  in  wifdotns  ways. 

4  And  when  thefe  changing  fcenes  are  o'crj 
1'il  quit  the  murmurs  of  this  fnore, 

And  fail  in  that  eternal  fea, 
W7here  all  is  fwallow'd  up  in  thee. 

HYMN   LXXXVILl.      Common   Metre. 
Who  ran  praife  God  ?      Or  who  can  for  bear 
i  T*  T  »)W  can  poor  mortals  ever  praife 

JL  JL      The  great  immortal  king, 
When  hofts  above  can  never  raife 
The  well  deferved  firing? 

2  And  yet  how   harden M  is  the  wretch 
(From  all   thjt'sgood  remote) 

That  doth  not  with  nor  aim  to  ftretch 
The  mod  exalted  note  ! 

3  My  heart  and  lips  are  all  unclean. 
And  long  in  fin.  I've  trod, 

With  interpofmg  clouds  between 
My  fpirit  and  my  God. 

4  And  yet  my  heart  cannot  forbear  °. 
Nay?  tor.guc  prcfumes  to  try  J 


B\  HI.  H'Y'M  N  S.  227 

Let  me  thy  lovely  name  declare  ; 
If  not  Lord  let  me  die. 

5  Infpire  my  foul,  O  God  of  grace3 

To  tell  the  world  thy  love  ; 
Till  I  (hall  join  thy  lofty  praife, 

In  brighter  realms  above.  • 

HYMN"'  LXXXIX.     Long  Metre. 
A  miracle  of  free  grace. 
j/PVVCE  did  my  foul  unguarded  lay 
\i-/--f    In  da,rknefs  on  the  brink  of  death  | 

0  how  I  fear'd  to  launch  away  ! 

Yet  foon  I  thought  to  loofe  my  breath,  - 

■2    My  fins  and  foes  befet  me  round,  . 

And  I  beheld  no  place  to  hide  ; 
No  friend  nor  helper  to  be  found, 

But  death  anxi  hell  on  ev'ry  Gde. 

3  Then  did  the  great  Redeemer  look  ' 
With  pity  on  my  helplefs  cafe  ; 

And  in  his  arms  my  foul  he  took, 

And  made  me  fing  redeeming  grace.' 

4  He  heal 'cT  my  wounds,  and  cheer'd  my  hearty 
And  fed  me  with  redeeming  love  ; 

1  felt  my  guilt  and  fears  depart, 

My  raptur'd  foul  was  borne  above,  • 

5  O  how  amazing  was  the  change 
My  foul  enjoy 'd  by  grace  divine  !  ' 

Pluck *d  from  the  jaws  of  endlefs  pains, 
And  brought  to  know  the  Lord  is  nnneb  - 
U  2-: 


1328  HYMN  S.  B.  Ill, 

6  Lord  I  (hall  make  thee  no  returns 

For  thine  unbounded"  love  fo  great  ; 
And  yet  thy  love  within  me  burns 

With  warm  deftres  to  wafh  thy  feet. 

HYMN  X.C.     Short  Metre. 

The  fweetnefs  ofChrift's  name. 

i  /^\  WHAT  a  joy  I've  found 

\^s       In  the   Redeemer's  name  i 
It  brings  a  cure  to  ev'ry  wound, 
And  wipes  away  our  frame. 

2  It  v/.-ii  reftore  the  blind, 
And  caufe  the  deaf  to  hear, 

2t  cheers  the  poor  unhappy  mind, 
And  triumphs  over  fear. 

3  "IhiS  name  is  living  bread 
For  ev'ry  flarving  foul  ; 

iVill  heal  the  fick,  and  raife  the  dead, 
And  make  the  wounded  whole. 

4  The  thirfly  foul   may   drink, 
And  Ro'l  a  fweet  fupply  ; 

And  fouls  that  do  begin  to  fink* 
May  tafte  and  never  die- 

t    O  come,  ye  f  nners,  then, 

And  know  the  bleeding   Lamb  ; 
And  (oou  your  fouls  will  fav  Amer., 

Sweet  is  the  Saviour's  name. 


Bv  III.  HYMNS.  229 

HYMN  XCI.     long  Metre* 

Choojng of all  in  CkHft* 

iHPHY  bleffed  felfO  Jefus  grant, 
JL        And  in  thee  let  me  ever  red  \ 

Tis  all  I  nerd  'tis  all  I  want, 
To  be  with  thee  forever  blefiv 

2  Thy  love  excludes  my  grieT  and  paiOj 
And  bears  my  fpirit  fir  above  ; 

O  let  me  with  this  Jefus  reign, 
And~ever  Hng  his  dying  love  ! 

3  Sweet  are  the  dreams  of  joy  divine 
That  from' my  bleffed  Jefus  flow  ; 

And  fince  this  glorious  Ghrift  is  mine, 
What  treafures  can  my  foul  have  more  ? 

4  O  God  my  God,  and'can  it  be 
This  prize  immortal  is  for  me  ? 

Ah  !  Lord  thvfelf  was  freely  giv'ii,. 
And  thou  art  my  eternal  heav'rh 

HYMN  XCir.     Long  Metre, 

God's  goodnefs  and  the  chrijiian's  coldnefs, 

i/"\WHAT  a  carelefs  fpul  am  I, 

\^f      To  rove  fo  far  from  thee  my  God  ! 
Who  few  my  foul  condemn'd  to  die, 
And  fiv'd  me  by  thy  precious  blood; 

2  When  death  and  hell  with  all  their  pow'r, 

Arofe  againft  my  naked  foul  ; 
Thine  arm  appear'd  that  dreadful  hour, 

Subdu'd  their  ragerand  made  me  whole, 


23o;  HYMNS.  Bill!. 

3  Thou  hfal'3  the  wound  that  fin  had  made, 
And  fi'I'd  my  foul  with  love  divine  ; 

And  then  in  love  thou  fpake  and  faid, 
"  Fear  not,    I'tiiefcrevsr  thine.*' 

4  But  Lord  I  wancer'd  far  from  the, 
And  did  my  comforts  all  deftroy    ; 

And  now  in  midnight  chains  I  be 
Without  a  fenfe  of  Chriil  my  joy. 

5  Remove  my  darknefs  O  my  Cod, 

And  bring  me   fcom  thefe  (hades  ofdeath  ; 
Feed  me  again  with  heav'nly  food, 
And  let  me  feel  my  facred  birth,, 

5  Beneath  the  banner  of  thy  love,  • 

1  long  to  fit  again  and  fing  -, 
And  feel  my  fpint  mount  above, 

Wrapt  in  the  mantle  of  my  king..1 


HYMN  XCIir.     Common   Metre, 

The  pilgrim's  parting  hymn, 

LESS  us  O  God  before  we  parr, 
And  take  us  near  to  thee, 
That  we  may  ftili  be  join'd  in  heart, 
Where  e'er  our  bodies   be.  - 

2  Though  long  and  difiar.t  we  may  rove,  • 
While    this  defert  we  tread, 

May  ev'ry  foul  be  one  in  love, 
Secure  in  Chrift  our  head. 

3  Fill  ev'ry  heart  O  Cod  wilh  grace,  - 
Aadall  our  lives  engage 


B.  III.  H  Y'M'N'S. 

To  run-with  joy  the   cbriftlan^race 
Through  this  enchanted  flage. 

4  Long  as  we  feelthe  heav'nly  f!ame?. 
Tisjoy  to  fpread  thy  iove  ; 

O  may  thy  goodncfs  be  our  theme 
Till  we  awake  above. 

5  Then  ravifn'd  in  immortal  blifs 
Shall  Hng  and  love  and  gaze  ; 

For  we  (hall  be   where  Jcfus  is$  - 
In  his:  meridian  blaze, 

HYMNXCIV.    Particular   Miift 

The  travelling  pilgrims. 

1-T3-LGRIMS  in  the  Lord  rejoice  ; 

JL      We  are  one   in  heart  and  voice  z 
Chrift  has  bought  us   with  bis  biood  \ 
We  are  hafl'ning  home  to  God. 

2  We  may  ait  forget  our  pain  ; 
We  {hall  foon  in  glory    reign  ; 
Griefs  and  doubts  {hall  loon  be  o'er, 
Meet  where  pi-lgrims   part  no  more, 

3  World  adieu  with  all  your  toys  | 
We  defpife  your  carnal  joys  ; 
We  have  better  joys  above  : 

We  have  found  redeeming  love. 

4  Jefu's  is  our  friend  and  king  ;,. 
His  high  praifes  let  us  fing  ; 
Riches  here  we  count-but  drofs  \i 

We  will  glory  in. the  crofs,. 


*3*  '  H  Y'M  N  S.  B.IIIc 

5  Though  the  worid  load  us  with  fliame  ; 
We  will  choofe  the   piigrims  name  ; 
Heav'nly  lands  we're  bound  to  fee, 
There  uiih  Chrift  we  foon  (hall  be. 

6  O  thawapuires  of  our  ll'^ht, 
Sailing  home  to  perfect  light, 
Anthems  to  the  Saviour  ih'erj, 
Ev'ry  foul  fnall  fay  Amen. 

HYMN  XCV.     Short   Metre. 

Chrijl  precious  to  the  believers, 

i"\  /T"Y  tongue  can  ne'er  cxprefs 

1VJL      The  worth  of  Chrifl  my  frlehd  ! 
lie  deth  his  heav'nly  foll'wers  blefs 
With  joys  '(hit  never  end, 

2  Thefe  ireafures  wlil  endure 

When  tarthiy  crowns  fhali  ceafe  ; 
The  joys  of  all  the  faints  are  iure, 
And  ever  willencrecife. 

3  Obleffed  foul-,  are  thofe 
Who  have  their  portion  there  ! 

Their  happineis  no  limits  know:., 
Tor  they  in  JefLs.are. 

4  Pie  is  their  chief  delight, 

And  all  that  they  can  have  ;  - 

Their  leader  through  thefe  fliades  of  night-, 
And  life  beyond  the  grave. 

5  Safe  in  hie  bleffed  hind, 
Has  bofom  and  his  tave, 


B.  Ill,  HYMN  S.  S33 

Their  new-born  fouls  fecurely  ftand, 
Their  rock  can  never  move, 

6  Thev  never  need  to  fear, 

While  Chrifl  the. Saviour  reigns, 
They  (hall  with  him  in  heav'n  appear,    * 

While  he  his  throne  maintains. 

*j  He's  all  the  Chriftian's  peace, 

While  trav'ling  here  below  ; 
And  when  ihefe  mq.rtal  clouds  lliall  ceafe, 

To  eudlefs  blifs  they  go, 

8  O  let  this  Chrifl  be  mine, 
And  I  will  afk  no  more    ; 

Forever  Lord  I  will  be  thine, 
And  thy  bieft  name   adore, 

9  On  earth  thy  love  I'd  tafle, 
I  fliall  be  happy  then  ; 

Say  thou  art  mine,  O  precious  Ckrift, 
And  I  will  fay  Amen, 


fe»0    OF    THE    THIR.D    BOOKo 


HYMNS, 

AND 

SP IRITU A  L  SON  G  So 

B  o  o  K    IV. 

-Co-nfifting  chiefly  of  chriftiai   travels  j  the  jcy< 
and  trials  of  the  foul. 

HYMN  L    Short  Metre. 

The  doubting  christian  panting  for  liberty, 

i^yl  THEN -will  the  pow'r  of  grace 
V  V        My  dowbts  and  fears  deftroy  ? 

When  lhall    I  fee  mv  Saviour's  face, 
To  turn  my  grief  to  joy  ? 

2  When  (hall  I  fee  the  day 
That  Jefus  will  make  known 

His  love  to  roe  that    I  may  hy 
My  Jefus  is  my  own  ? 

3  Jefus  is  ail  I  want  ; 

O  give  thyfelf  to  me  ; 
My  fpirit  groans,  my  heart  doth  parilj 
Thy  fmiling  face  to  fee. 

jj   Then  will  my  foul  rejoice 
And  truft  upon  thy  word  ; 


B.IV.  II  Y  M  N  S.  235 

The  world  fiiail  hear  my  cheerful  voice 
Extol  the  Lord  my  God. 

HYMN  II.      Particular  Metre. 

The  Mejfiah  come  with  free  falvation* 

1  A    LL  glory  to  the  God  in  clay  ! 
ii  Thus  floop'd  his  goodnefs  to  difplays 

Now  Jefus  is  his  name  ; 
;Hark  !    how  the-heav'niy  arches  ring, 
.  While  thoufands  and  ten  thoufands  fing 

Al!  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Let  ev'ry  land  below  the. Ikies, 
From  earth's  amufing  {lumbers  rife, 

And  find  the  Saviour  room  ; 
While  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongua 
-Unite  in  one  harmonious  fong 
And  fing  redeeming  grace. 

3  Say  mortals  can  your  tongues  forbear 
Such  boundlefs  goodnefs  to  declare  ? 

O  fpread  redeeming  love  ! 
How  can  the  Gentiles  or  the  Jews, 
Monarchs  or-nations  eser  refufe 

Their  fiamm'ring  tongues  to  move  ? 

4  His  love  deferves  the  higheft  praife 
That  all  created  pow'rs   can  raife  ; 

Or  found  his  worthy  fame   ! 
Xet  heav'n  and  earth  the  concert  join. 
To  fhout  his  name  with  fong*  divine  j 

All  g'ory  to  the  Lamb  ! 
W 


z:$  II  Y  M  N  S.  -JB.  IV . 

HYMN  III.     Common   Metre. 
The  prayer  and  complaint  of  tke  doubting  ckrifiian* 
iT  Ttf  HAPPY  foul,  O  God  I  rove 

\^J       So  diftant  from  thy  face  ' 
When  (hall  I  feel  eternal  love, 
And  ting  redeeming  grace  ? 

2  O  fpeak  the  healing  word  to  me, 
Dear  Lord    and  let  me  know 

Thy  bleeding  love  hath  fe.t  me  free 
From  everlasting  woe. 

3  My  life  O  God  without  thy  love. 
With  ev'ry  earthly  good, 

Will  all   a  fcene  of  furrow  prove, 
And  find -a  tirefome  toad. 

4  But  O  o,ne  fpark  of  heav'nly  day, 
One  crumb  of  food  divine, 

Drives  all  my  flavifh  fears  away, 
And  makes   redemption  mine. 

5    Come  glorious  prince  of  peace3,and  .give 

Thy  blelTed  felf  to  me  ; 
O  let  me,  let  me,  let  me  live, 
To  thee  my  God  to  thee. 

HYMN  IV.     Common  Metre, 
The  fame. 
i/""\    COULD   my  foul  the  Saviour  find, 

\^S       And  know  he  died  for  me, 
How    would  ihe  fcene  tranfport  my  mind  I 
How  happy  flioiuld  I  be  ! 

j    There's  nothing  elfe  that  can  rejoice 
This  wounded  heart  of  mine'; 


3.  IV..  H  Y  M  N  S,  ;3*/ 

O  Jefus  let  me  hear  thy  voice 
Declare  that  I  am  thine. 

3  I  cannot  reft  until  I  know, 
O  come  the  happy  hour. 

And  bring  a  period  to  mv  woe, 
By  heav'n's  immortal  pow'r. 

4  Then  will  my  heart  rejoice  to  i:ng- 
The  praifes  of  my  God  ; 

I'd  lean  upon  my  heav'nly  king, 
And  fpread  his  love  abroad, 

HYMN  V.     Long    Metre, 
Tkeckijtian's  choice. 

l^TPHIS,  this  O  God,  is  my  requeft, 
JL-      Thyfelf  the  boundlefs  fea  of  love  ; 

On  earth  with 'thy  fweet  prefence  blefi# 
And  with  thee  in  the  realms  above. 

2    I  cannot,  be  contented    Lord, 

To  fpend  one  day  without   thy  love, 

O  feed  me  hourly  with  thy  word, 

To   walk  with  thee  where  e'er  I  rove.  • 

3,  Fain  would  I  wholly  live  to  thee, 
And  follow  other  Gods  no  more  ; 

And  in  thy  p'rele»ce  always  be, 
Until  I  reach  ihe  peaceful  more, 

4  Thy  face,  OJefus1  let  me  fee, 
And  feel  the  wonders  of  thy  love  ; 

Spend  all  my  mortal  days  with  thee 
And  then  awake  in  realms  above. 


2r>§  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.IV. 

,5  There  (hall  my  foul  from  forrows  reft, 

And  found  with  joy  my  Saviour's  fame  ; 
O  thought  to  be  forever  bleft, 

In  the  embraces  of  the  Lamb. 

6  O  give  thou  blefied  Prince  of  peace, 

This  everiaftin^  crown   to  me  ; 
Where  fongs  of  joy  (hall  never  ceafe, 
And  all   my  pow'rs  wrapt  up  in  theea 
HYMN  VI.      Common    Metre. 
A  Jong  of  praife  to  Chrift. 
i  TESUS  the  heav'nly  Lamb  was  (kin, 

J    A  rebel  world  to  fave  ; 

Jcjus  (he  finners'  life  to  gain, 

His  own  a  ranfom  gave. 

£  He  bleeds,  he  dies  beneath  the  weight' 

Of  man's  enormous  guilt  ; 
His  grace  fo  free,  his  love  fo  great, 

His  blood  was  freely    fpiit. 

3  Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  thy  name, 
Thou    finner's  only  friend  ! 

Let  ev'ry  tongue  thy  love  proclaim, . 
Till  mortal  days  (hall  end. 

4  Then  let  eternal  ages  found 
Thy  name  in  realms  above, 

Where  everlafling  joys  abound, 
A  fea   of  pfrfett  love. 

HYMN  VII.      Long  Metr:. 
The'doubiirig   chrljiian    mourning  under  fin  and 

death. 
i/""^  GOD  -Joes  not  my  fplrit  grieve, 
V^      Anl  grcu::d   with  panting  breath, 


B.JV.  H  Y     M  N  S.  239 

And  long  and  pray  to  be  reliev'd, 
From  darknefs,  fin,    and  death. 

2  I  cannot  reft  beneath  thefe  chains. 
Without  fome  life  divine  ; 

But  nothing  can  remove  my  pains, 
Till  heav'n  doth  on  me  fhine. 

3  O  muft  I  fl ill  this  defert  rove, 
Without  the  Lord  my.  friend  ? 

There's  nothing  but  the  Saviour's  love 
Can  make  my  far rows  end. 

4  Break  down  this  wall  of  unbelief,': 
And  let  me  fee  thy  face  ;  1 

O  Jefus  give  my  foul  relief, 
Then  will  I  Ting  thy  grace. 

,5   I  long  to  fee  the  happy  hour, 

When  I  (hall  Jefus  know  ; 
Send  down  thyTpirit  Lord  with  pow'r, 

And  fave  me  from  my  woe. 

HYMN  VIII."    Common  Metre, 
The  chrifiian  ihirfiing  for  a  neamefs  to  Chrift, 
3  if~*\  FOR  an  heart  infpir'd  with  grace, 

\^jP      To  love  and  ferve  the  Lord  ! 
With  joy  I'd  walk  in  wifdom's  ways 
And  feed  upon  his  word. 

2  Then  would  I  tread  all  earthly  joys 

As  dur/1'beneath  my  feet  ; 
AH  things  but  Jefus  are  but  toys  ; 

Bin  he  is  joys  complete. 
W  2 


•2  4o  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  IV 

3  O  let  me  Dear  this  Jefus  live, 
How  happy  (hall  I  be  [ 

The  greatefl  bleffi.ngs  he  can  give 
Is  his  own  felf  to  roe. 

4  O  what  bleft  hours  I  then  (hall  fee?. 
Enrich'd  with  joys  divine  ! 

0  fay  dear  Jefus  can  it  be, 

Such  boundlefs  treafure's  mine. 

HYMN  IX.     Long  Metre. 

Tfie  happy  ft  ate  of  chrifians. 
i  T^LEST  are  the  fouls  that  know  the  Lord, 

Jk3      And  humbly  walk  before  his  face  j 
They  feafl  upon  immortal  food, 

And  ling  with  joy  redeeming  grace. 

2  Cheerf'.ii  they  trer-d  this  defert  through, 
Led  by  the  bieil  Redeemer's  hand  ; 

And  when  they  bid  this  earth  adieu, 

Wifiijoy  will  reach  the  heav'nly  land. 

3  There  from  their  forrows  they  lhall  red,. 
With  angels  on  the  peaceful  more  j 

And  wuh  immortal  glories  bleft, 

To  leave  their  chief  delight  no  more, 

4  O  might  it  be  my  portion  too, 
To  have  the  Lie  (Tings  they  enjoy  ! 

Pd  bid  ail  oilier  joys  adieu, 
.And  join  in  their  divine  employ. 


B.  IV:.  H  Y  M  N  S.  2^ 

HYMN  X.     Common   Metre, 

Afong  cj praife  to  Chrijl. 

i"YXTKAT  {hall  we  render  to  thy  name^ 

V  V         O  ihou  incarnate  God  ? 
We  would  adore  the  bleeding  Lamb,- 

For  his  redeeming  blood. 

2  Thy  dying  love  Q  prince  of  peace?  - 
Defer  ves  eternal  praife  \ 

Nor  (hall  the   cheerful  accents  ceafe?. 
Through  everiafting  days. 

3  Freely  thou  left  the  realms  of  light?. 
And  dy'"d.  for  wretched  men  ; 

That  from  the  gulph  of  endlefs  night,. 
They  might  in-  glory  reign, 

4  Thy  grace  and  fpirit  fo  abounds, 
Through  all  the  world  doth  move  I! 

To  ev'ry  heart  thy  voice  re  founds 
The  oilers  of  thy-  love. 

HYMN  XI.-     Long  Metre, 

The  chrijtian   mourning  under  Jin,   doubts-  and' 


i  If  TOW  fad  and  heavy  is  my  cays, 

JL  JL      O  God  without  thy  cheering  voice  !- 
But  when  I  feel  thy  heav'nly  ray-s, 
My  foul  mounts  up  and  can  rejoice. 

2.  But  now  without  the  Saviour's  love 
I'm  bound  with  chains  of  death  and  fin  y 

And  like  a  captive  mourning  rove? 
Till  he  revives  my  foul  again, 


&$s  II  Y-MNS.  B,  IV; 

3  Ten  tboufand  foes  befet  my  way, 

When  I  with  the  ungodly  run, 
Yet  wretched  foul  how,  oft  I  firay, 

And  mourn  like  Job  without  th.s  Son, 

4.  The  day  I  fpend  in  deep  diflrefs, 

And  through  ten  thoufand  fubjects  rove  ; 

And  nights  without  one  moment's  reft, 
Until  1  find  my  abfent  love. 

5   O  could  I  from  this  bondage  flee, 
And    find  my  foul  in  Jeius'  love, 
How  happys  happy  fhould  I  be, 

While  through  this  wretched  world  I  rove1! 
HYMN      XII.  Short  Metre.  - 
The  joy  of  faints  above, 
iTT OW   happy  are  the  faints 
JlJjL      Above  in  perfect  joy  ! 
Far  from' their  forrows  and  complaints,  - 
Where  nothing  can  annoy. 

2  Rejoicing  there  they  fee  ' 
The  glories  of  their  God  ; 

b  7 

Where  Jefus  is.  'tis  there    they  be,". 
And  be  is  ail  their  good. 

3  They  drink  of  Jefas'  love, 
And  lean  upon  his  bread  ; 

Thev  fail  through  alithe  realms  above, 
With  joy  forever  bleft. 

4  They've  reach'd   the  peaceful  fhore? 
And  found  their  happy  home  ; 

Their  fouls  rejoice  forevermore, 
Where  grief  can  never  come. 


B.  IV.  H'Y  M'N'S>  243 

HYMN  XIII.     Long   Mart,. 
For  the  morning. 
i"pkTOW  with  the  morn,  my  foul  arife, 

JL^l    And  ftretch  to  realms  above  the  fides  | 
Let  ev'ry  pow'r  ofheart  and  tongue, 
Unite  to  lift  a  morning   fong. 

6.   Jefus  preferv'd  me  through  the  nighf3- 
And  rais'd  me  to  the  morning  light  '3    - 

0  may  I  now  with  Jefus  wake, 
And  ev'ry  other  love  forfake, 

3  O  Jefus  come  and  lead  my  way 
Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day  3 
Thou  heav'nly  fon  upon  me  (hine, 
And  cheer  me  with  thy  joys  divine, 

4  From  fins  and  darknefs  fet  me  free? 
And  let  me  walk  this  day  with  thee  ; 
And  when  ihefe  mortal  days  (hall  ceafe, . 

1  {half  awake  in  realms  of  peace. 

HYMN   XIV..    Common  Metre, 
For  the  evening. 
ir  I  *HIS  evening,  O  my  God  to  thee3., 

JELr       1  will  myfeif  refign  ; 
Come  life  or  death,  O  let  me  be, 
Dear  Lord  forever  thine. 

2    Secure,   O  Lord  my  fpirit  keep, 

From  hell's  ir.fuking  pow'rs  ; 
Thou  ihepherdof  my  feeble    iheep, 

O  guard  my  flumb'ring  hours. 

3  If  death  this  night  my  life  invade^. 
And  I  mud  quit  my  clay, 


-44  H  Y  M'N"  S.  3*.  IV. 

O  lead  me  through  death's  gloomy  {hade, 
To  everlafting  day, 

4  But  if  once  more  thou  raife  my  head  • 
To- fee  the  rifing  fun, 

O  may  I  leave  my  fiumb'ring  bed 
The  chriftian  race  to  run. 

5  O  let  me  live  alone  to  thee, 
While  through  this  world  I  rove, 

And   when  from  mortal  clegs  I'm  free, 
Reach  thy  bleft  realms-  of  love, 

HYMN   XV.     Common  Metre, 

On  Chrijl's  death,  and  his  love. 
J  /fpt  RE  AT  did  thy  love  and  pity   reigr.,  u 

\J     Thou  fiaughter'd  Lamb  of  God, 
When  in  the  agonies  of  pi  in, 
Thou  bore  the  finner's  load  !  : 

2  Ten  thoafand  fins  upon  thy  foul, 
Like  pond'rous  mountains  prefs'd,  • 

And  wafting  floods' of  anguifh  roll. 
Through  ail  thy -wounded  breaft. 

3  O  boundlefs-  love  of  ancient  date  ! 
Redeeming  grace  how  free   ! 

Think,  O  my  foul,  and  tell,  how  great 
That  love  that  bled  for  thze  ! 

4  Jefus  our  God,  what  (hall 'we  pay 
For  love  fo  great  as  thine  ! 

What  fha!l-we  think,  what  (hall  we  fay, 
Of  wonders  fo  divine  ! 


E.  IV.  .H  Y  MNS.  245 

5   Let  ev'ry  people,  ev'ry  tongue, 

And  ev'ry  land  and   fhore, 
Commence  an  everlafting  fong, 

Thy  goodnefs  to  adore. 

£  Let  faints  on  earth,  with  pleafure  fing 

The  honors  of  thy  name, 
Whileall  the  heav'nly  arches  ring 
With  "  Worthy  is  the  Lamb." 

HYMN  XVI.     Short  Metre, 
The  chrijiian's  complaint  and  pica , 
t/"~\   JESUS  take  away 
"  V-«r      This  pride  and  unbelief  ; 
They  lead  thy  wand'ring  child  aitray, 
And  load  my  foul  with  grief. 

2  I  never  can  rejoice 

But  when  my  God  is  near  ; 
:  O  let  me  feel,  thy    charming  voice5 
And  I'll  forget  my.  fear. 

3  I  Jong  to  be  releas'd 
From  unbelief  and  pride  ; 

I  long  tofcel  my  love  increas'u3 
And  on  the.  Lord  confide. 

4  Lord,  may  thy  love  conflrain 
My  drooping  heart  away, 

And  lead  me  in  the  path- divine 
To  everlafting.  day. 

5   How  cheerful  would  I  go, 

If  Jefus  would  attend, 
T-o  let  my  fellow  mortals  know 

The  love  of  Ghrift  my  friend. 


£46  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  TV 

'HYMN.  XVII.  Common  Metre. 
The  chriftian  amazed  at  his  own  jlupidity . 
ijf~\   WAS  it  for  my  wretched  foul 

\^/      The  Saviour  bled    fo  free  ! 
What  forrows  through  his  bofom  roll, 
And  pains  of  death  for  me  ! 

I  2  Then  O  my  foul  how  can'ft  thou  fieep. 
Or  from  fuch  gopdnefs  rove  ! 
How  can  my  tongue  a  filencekeep, 
And  not  declare  his  love  ! 

3  Shall  the  eternal  prince  of  heav'n 
Give  up  his  life  for  me, 

And  (hew  me  all  my  fins  forgiv'n, 
And  I  fo  flupid  be. 

4  Ten  thoufand  thanks  belong    ' 
To  thee,  O  Lamb  of  God, 

Andev'rv  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue 
Should  found  thy  name  abroad. 

HYMN  XVII  I.     Common  Metre, 
On  unbelief. 
x/~\   JESUS  could  my  foul  believe 
\^r       I  foon  (hould  fee  thy  grace  ; 
Noihing  but  faith  can  me  relieve 
And  let  me  fee  thy  face. 

2  'Tis  unbelief  ijiat  cruel   foe, 
Doth  all  my  peace  deflroy, 

And  chains  me  down  tofcenes  of  woe 
Wiihout  one  {park  of  joy. 

3  Tis  this  that  bars  poor  fouls  from  heav'n. 
And  fends  them  down  to  hell  j 


B.  IV.  HYMNS.  2-iv 

And  by  this  fin  the  faints  ^re  driven 
In  darknefs  oft  to  dwell. 

4   It  wounds  ray  foul,  and  flights  the  love 

Or  Chrift  my  bleeding  Lord  ; 
It  keeps  me  from  the  joys  above. 

And  veils  the  eternal  word. 
H  Y  M  N     XIX.     Common  Metre. 
The  ckrijlian'sfafety* 
i  "T  X  7*KY  do  ye  mourn,  ye  bleffed  faints  ?  - 

V  V        Or  why  indulge  your  fear  ? 
Fall  not  a  prey  to  fad  complaints. 

Since  God  is  always  near. 

2  Although  in  fins  you  often  grieve, 

And  feel  your  heavy  chains, 

Think  on  the  Lord,  in  him  believe, 

And  you'll  forget  your  pains. 

3  Pie  loves  you  with  eternal  love, 
And  foon  for  you  wiil  come  : 

Make  all  your  doubts  and  forrows  move, 
And  bring  you  to  your  home. 

4  Go  on  rejoicing  in  your  friend, 
And  fing  immortal  love, 

Till  allthefe  mortal  fcenes  (hall  end, 
And  you  awake  above. 

-   HYMN  XX.      Common    Metre. 
On  the  happinefs  cf  faints'  above, 
i  f~*\  REAT  are  the  joys  of  faints  above, 
vT      Beyond  what  tongue  can  tell  ;  .. 
]  nil  they  enjoy  the  Saviour's  love, 
And  in  his  bofom  dwell,  X 


r-3  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  IV. 

2    Now  they  have  reach'd  the  happy  heme, 

7  he  fea  of  perfect  joy  ; 
Where  interpofing  clouds  ne'er  come, 

Nor  foes  their  peace  annoy, 

g   Their  joys  are  now  forever   new* 

And  all  their  for  rows  gone  ; 
AH  other  loves  they've  bid  adieu, 

And  with  the  Lord  are  one. 

4  Cheerful  they've  run  the  chriflian  race> 
And  reach'd  the  peaceful   (bore. 

And  fee  their  jefus  face  to  face, 
Where  clouds  can  veil  no  more. 

5  Arile  my  foul   the  crown  purfue. 

And  tafte  redeeming  love  ; 
For  I  may  (hare  the  glories  too 
With  all  the   faints  above  ; 

HYMN   XXI.     loag  Vlttrt. 

Encouragement  J of  chrijHans. 

irT""\IO'  faints  pais  through  fome  trying  days3 

JL        By  that  intruding  unbelief  ; 
Scon  they  fhall  fhout  eternal  praife, 
And  from  thefe   forrows  find   relief. 

2  Oft  times  they  feel  a  flupid  frame, 
And  mourn  the  abfence  of  their  love  ; 

But  foon  their  Jefus    doth  inflame 

Their  fouls,  and  bear  them  far  above. 

3  And  foon  hc'rl  wip?  all  tears  away, 
And  thcyi  from  all  their  forrows  refi  ; 

l    -'li  hand  them  to  eternal  cay. 
To  be  with  him     i  ;Jie:l. 


B.1V.  HYMN  3. 

4  O  give  my  foul  a  friend  fo  dear, 
A  portion  in   the  realms  above  *, 

And  while  I  tread  this  defert  here, 
Let  me  enjoy  thy  conftant  love* 

5  Defcend  thou  heav'nly   Dove,  defbetid  ) 
Bear  me  on  thy  celeflial- wing  ; 

1  will  rejoice  in  thee  my  friend, 

And  triumphs  on  my  journey  fing. 

HYMN  XXII.      Long   Metre, 
On  the  death,  of  thrift. 
l'THHINK,  O  my  foul,  what  Jefus  bore, 

JL     When  nail'd  upon  the  (hamcfui  tree  I 
His  body  drefs'd  in  purple  gore, 
His  foul  in  agonies  for  me. 

2  Behold  he  bleeds,  and  groans,  and  dies, 
And  till  his  laft  expiring .breath, 

He  groans,  and  prays  with  earned  cnes, 
For  wretched  fouls  condemn'd  to  death, 

3  O  what  amazing  pi'y  this  \ 

The  Saviour  bears  the  finner's  load, 
To  crown  them  with  immortal  blifs, 
And  make  poor  rebels  fons  of  God. 

4  Kad  I  ten  thoufand  thoufand  tongues*. 
I  never  could  his  love  exprefs  ; 

But  O  I'd  raife  ten  thoufand   fongs 
To  Chrifl  the  Lord  our  righteoufncfs-.. 

HYMN  XXIII.      Common  Metre, 
Encouragement  to   the  mourning  chrijlians0 

l^TyCTKY   do  ye  thus  in  fcrrow  ftray,    . 
VV       Ye  foll'wcriofihcLamh  I 


•So  HYMN  S.  B.  VI. 

Believe,  and  drive  your  fears  away, 
And  fi.ng  your  Saviour's  name. 

2  Though  worldly  forrows  you  fufiain, 
Forbid  a  murm'ring  tear, 

Sinc<rjrfus  is  your  only  gain, 
Why  will  you  mourn  for  fear  ? 

3  Though  trials  often  chain  you  down 
From  his  immediate  love, 

Yet  foon  you'll  reach  the  heav'nly  crown 
With  all  the  faints  above. 

4  There  face  to  face  your  fouls  (hall  fee 
Your  everlafting  friend  ; 

In  perfeft  glory  you  fhall  be 
And  all  your  forrows  end. 

HYMN     XXIV.      Common  Metre. 

Thefamc. 

al^TO  more  ye  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb 

X~\       Indulge  your  fear  and  grief, 
Believe  and  feel   that  lovely  name 
That  died  for  your  relief. 

2  Soon  will  he  wipe  your  tears  away, 
And  turn  your  grief  to  joy  ; 

He'il  bring  you  to  eternal  day, 
Where  nothing  can  anncy, 

3  There  (hall  you  join  the  he2v'r.!v  throng, 
Who  drink  immortal  love  ; 

With  triumphs  firig  the  victor's  fong 
Through  ail  the  realms  above, 


B,  IV.-  HYMN  S.  2^1 

4  O  Lamb  of  God  and  fhall  I  have 
My  portion  with  them  there  ? 

Tis  all  I  need,  tis  ail  I  crave, 
With  my  dear  Tons  to  fhare. 

5  All  things  below  I  count  but  fmall 
When  I  can  Jefus  fee. 

And  find  he  is  my  life  my  all, 
And  I  from  bondage   free. 

6  Speak,  Lord,  and  let  me  really  know- 
That  I  am  in  thy  love, 

And  call  my  heart  from  joys  below 
To  folid  joys  above.  - 

HYMN  XXV.     Common  Metre. 
Wondering  at,  and  rejoicing  in  the  love  of  God,- 
i  /r~>\   HAS  Jehovah  thought  on  me, 

V>A      And   bore  my  guilty  load  ! 
Amazing  thought  !    and  can  it  be, 
To  bring  me  home  to  God-! 

2  Then  Ieap'd  my  foul  from  forrows  free'd  \ 
And  fing  the  glorious  plan  ; 

Jehovah  enters  flefh  to  bleed 
For  wretched,  dying  man. 

3  My  ears  have  heard  the  joyful  found, 
Of  the  Redeemer's  love  ; 

My  foul  hath  felt,  my  heart  hath  found 
A  Saviour  from    above. 

4'  Forever  blefied  be  thy  name, 

Thou  Lamb  that   dy'd  for  me  ! 
And  all  my  foul  with  love  inflame, 

To  thee  my  God  to  thee,  X   & 


25  2  HYMNS.  B.IV. 

HYMM  XXVI.     long     Metre. 
The  bleffed  and  fafe  flute  of  ckrifiians . 
irpHRICE  bleffcd'  are  the  faints  of  God, 

JL     Though  oft  they  grieve  in  darknefs  here, 
Chrifl    has  the  way  before  them  trod, 
And  for  their  help  is  always  near. 

2  His  arm  of  iove  fhail  guard  them  fafe, 
Long  as  they  tread  this  barren  land, 

Aid  foon  he'll  call  thecal  from  their  grief 
To  reign  with  joy  at  his  right  hand. 

3  Hell  may  invade,  and  earth  annoy, 
Their  ioy  and  peace  while  here  below  \ 

Bin  ear;h  nor  hell  cannot  deftroy, 
Nor  move  their  final  overthrow. 

4  Their  lives  in  Chriii  are  hid  fecure  ; 
Their  portion  lies  beyond    the  grave  ; 

Their  life  forever  mufl  endure, 

Tor  God  is  all  the  life  they  have. 

5  Their  names  are  feal'd  upon  his  hearr; 
And  well    the  Saviour  knows  his  own  ; 

Nor  fiiall  they  form  his  hofom  parr, 
As  ]onLr  as  God  maintains  his  throne. 
H  Y  M  N     X  X  V II.     Co  m  mo  n  Met  re. 
For  the  evening. 
j*\  /¥'{  life  and  foul  to'thee,  O  God, 

JlVJL      This  evening  I  refign, 
Aiid  trufl  upon  thy  living  word, 
To  be  forever  thine. 

2   O  Jefus  take  me  in    thy  care. 
And  guard  my  life  in  peace, 


B.  IV.  H  Y  M  N  S. 

And  keep  my  foul  from  every  foare, 
Till  all  thefe  nights  (hall  ceafe. 

3  Then  in  the  evening  of  my  days. 
When  tremblincr  nature  dies, 

Call  me  away  to  love  and  praife, 
With  faints  above  the  Ikies. 

4  There  I  (hall  need  this  fieep  no   more, 
Nor  feci  this  mortal  frame  ; 

But  bafk  en  life's  immortal  (pore 
In  heav'ns  traniporririg  flame. 
HYMN  XXVIII.     Common  Metre, 
For  the  morning. 
lT    £T  ev'ry  morning,  O  my  God, 

_%,_  4      My  fongs  of  praife  renew. 
To  lpread    thy  glorious  name  abroad, 
And  learn  thy  wifdom  too. 

2  The  fjlent  nidus  declare  thy  grace 
While  thy  protections  keep 

The  tott'ring  lives  of  mortal  race. 
And  they  feeurely  deep. 

3  O  might  this  rifing  morn  engage 
My  foul  and  thoufsnds  more, 

Long  as  wc  tread  this  mortal  ilage 
i  hy  goodnefs  to  adore. 

4  And  when  th'  immortal  day  mall  break, 
And  ail  thefe  clogs  (hall  ceafe, 

We  (hall,  wish  all  thy  faints  awake 

In  everlafting  peace. 
£  No  clouds  of  night  fhall  interpofe  \ 

No  enemies  annoy  j 


2*54  H  Y  Iff  N  S.  B.IV, 

And  all  our  changing  fcenes  (hail  clofe 
In  everlafting  joy. 

HYMN     XXIX.     Common  Metre. 
Encouragement  to  chrijlians  under  trials, 
i"V7*£  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb  that  mourn 

JL       The  abfence  of  your  friend, 
Believe  and  he  will  foon   return, 
And  all  your  forrows  end* 

2  Tis  unbelief  (that  foe)  that  reigns, 
That  makes  you  doubt  and  fear  ; 

But  faith  will  break  ten  thoufand  chains, 
And  bring  your  Saviour  near, 

3  He  loves  you  and  will  ne'er  forget 
Your  trials  and  complaints  ; 

He's  with  your  fouls  in  ev'ry  Hate, 
And  feels  for  alibis  faints. 

4  Though  death  and  hell  may  all  engage 
His  children  to  deftroy, 

He'll  foon  defeat  their  hell i fh  rage, 
And  torn  your  grief  to  joy. 

5  O  lift  your  heads  ye  faints  of  God, 
For  Jelus  is  your  king  ; 

Let  faith  i:-.fpire  yxm  on   the  road, 
And  as  you  journey  fing. 

HYMN  XXX.      Common  Metre. 
Thoughts  on  thefainls  above. 
i/~\  JOYS   of  heav'n's  immortal  throng, 

\^r       In  the  fweet  realms  above  ! 
There  every  heart  and  ev'ry  tongues 
Is  horns  awav  with  love, 


8.  IV.  H  Y.M  K  S. 

2  There  they  enjoy  eternal"  peace, 
In  him  the  great  I  AM  ; 

They  fmg  the  fong,  and   never  ceafe, 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb, 

3  Ten  thoufand  bleflings  on  them  reft. 
Of  wifdom  and  of  love  ; 

And  ev'ry  fatal  and  angel  bled. 
With  all  the  joys  above. 

4  When  countlefs  years  have  run  their  rounds^ 
They  juft  begin  to  know 

What  a  rich  heaven  ihey  have  found, 
Nought  paft,  but  always  NOV/. 

5  They  never  more  fnail  need  the  fun, 
To  give  them  light  by  day  ; 

Nor  ever  want  the  feebie  moon, 
To  fcatter  fhades  away. 

6  There  the  eternal  fori  of  God, 
Expels  all  (hades  of  night, 

And  fpreads  the  glorious  beams  abroad 
Of  uncreated  light. 

HYMN  XXXI.     Common   Metre, 
A  prayer  for  increafe  cf  faith. 
i/"\    GLVE  me  ftrength  of  living  faith 

\^/      My  Lord  my  God  I  pray, 
Then  (hall  I  feel  what  Jefus  faith, 
And  night  be  turn'd  to  day. 

2   I  fain  would  fo^r  to  realms  divine, 

But  O  my  faith  is  low  :     , 
And  if  I'm  afk'd  if  thou  art  mine, 
Some  times  I  do  not  know. 


2-56  II  Y  M  N  S.  B,  ' 

3  When  I  have  faith  then  I  can  move 

Mountains  of  death  and  fin  ; 
When  I  have  faith  I  fee!  thy  love, 
And  find  a  heav'n  within. 

4  But  unbelief  rejects  the  grace 
That  Jefus  would  beftow, 

And  veils  me  from  my  father's  face 
Chain'd  down  to  guilt  and  woe. 

5  Lord  give  me  faith  to  fet  me  free 

From  chains  of  fin  and  death, 
And  let  no  fpirit  reign  in  me, 
But  thou  the  word  cf  faith. 

HYMN  XXXII;.    Short    Metre. 
Thirjling  after   God,  and  thoughts  on   the  uppti 

rcahr.s. 
i\  /f  Y  God  doth  not  delay  ; 

XVJL   His  grace  is  always  free  ; 
But  unbelief  leads  me  aflray, 
Far,  far,  O  Cod,  from  thee  ! 

2  But  flill  my  inmoft  foul 

Isthiriiing,  Lord,  for  thee  ; 
O  let  thefe  chains  no  more  con:roul, 
Lord  fet  the  pris'ners  free, 

3  O  let  me  feel  thy  love, 

Dear  Jefus,  ev'ry  hour  *, 
Fix  my  affcclion  all  above 

By   heav'n's  attracting  pow'r, 

4  I  long,  O  God,  to  be 

Engag'd  with  all  my  hearty 


B;  IV.  H  Y  M  N  S.  £g% 

To  .-love  and  praife  and  follow  thee. 
And  never  more  depart. 

.5   And  when  I  reach  the  fhore 

Of  everted ing  reft, 
My  Jefus  I  (ball  ftili  adore, 

And  be  forever  bleU. 

6  There  in  thofe  realms  divine 
I  truil  ere  long  to-be  ; 

There  all  the  glories  {hall  be  mine. 
For  Chrilt  belongs  to  me. 

7  And  there  my  foul  {hall  know 
Ten  thoufand  glorious  fcenes, 

And  fweet  deliohis  that  while  below 
Were  veil'd  with  clouds  between,, 

•S   There  I  mall  free  enjoy 

The  prefence  of  the  Lamh, 
And  this  fhafi  be  my  fweet  employ, 

To  found  his  worthy  fame. 

9  Without  the  lofs  of  years, 
New  glories  will  a  rife, 

And  ev*ry  pro'fpecl:  that  appears, 
Tranfport  mv  wond'ring  eves, 

10  O  bleffed, -breffed  God,  ' 
And  is  this  all  for  me  ■? 

Ves  ;   thou  haft  freely  fpi't  thy  blood, 
To  bring  me  home  to  thee. 

HYMN  XXXIII.     Common  Mctrt. 
Complaining  of  ftupidity. 
TTOW  can  a  foul  fo  feufelefs  be 
jirjl     That  ever  knew  the  Lord  ! 


25B  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.IV 

Ah  !   oft  Tv*  felt  he  dy'd  for  me, 
Yet  how  1  rove  abroad. 

2  How  little  do  I  love  his  name. 
Or  live  on  things  above  ! 

How  little  is  my  heart  inflam'd 
With  his  redeeming  love  ! 

3  I  call  him  Lord,  and  fo  he  is, 
A  faithful  Lord  to  me, 

And  yet  how  oft  I  leave  his  ways, 
And  after  fliadows  £te  ! 

4  The  very  heathens  might  condemn 
Me,  and  my  creed  abhor, 

While  I  confefs  but  one  I  AM, 
Yet  ferve  a  ihoufand  more. 

5  O  could  I  feel  what  1  confefs, 
How  happy  mould  I  be  ! 

A  heav'n  through  all  (his  wildernefs 
For  Chrift  would  dwell  with  me. 
HYMN  XXXIV.      Common  Metre. 
On  Faith. 
irT~1HAT  living  faith  O  God,  I  need, 

A       That  purifies  the  heart, 
Thru  fhali  my  foul  from  chains  be  freed, 
And  every  Toe  depart. 

2  'lis  faith  that  brings  me  near  to  thee, 
And  makes  my  foul  rejoice  ; 

}Tis  faith  that  doth  thy  footfteps  fee, 
And  faith  that  hears  thy  voice. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  all  my  foes, 
And  triumphs  over  death  ; 


E.  IV.  HYMN  S.  25 j 

Tis  faith  alone  furmounts  my  woes, 
O  Jefus  give  me  faith. 

4  When  Ihave  faith  then  I  can  tell 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 

Tis  faith  that  conquers  death  and  hell, 
And  runs  the  chriftian  race  ; 

5  Faith  looks  with  joy  within  the  veiF, 
And  views  eternal  things  ; 

Darknefs  and  doubts,  and  forrows  fail 
When  faith  extends  her_v/ings. 

HYMN    XXXV.     Common  Metre. 
Complaining  oj  jiupidity . 
s  T    ORD  God  1  feel  my  ftupid  frame, 

_«■  J      And  mourn  my  exile  irate  ; 
Once  I  was  near  to  Ghcifl  the   Lambs 
My  diftance  now  how  great  ! 

2  I  cannot  bear  to  think  how  far 
From  jefus  I  defer!  ; 

While  ev'ry  poor  delufive  (rar 
Allures  my  wand'ring  heart. 

3  Can  I  that  once  have  known  the   Larril? 
From   fuch  a  father  rove  ! 

Thus  I    deny  that  heav'nly    name, 
And  fin  againft  his  love. 

4  O  what  a  flupid  wretch  am  I  | 
How  can  I  e'er  forget 

The  day  that  jefus  pa'ffed  by., 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  mi  I 
Y      '       , 


a£a  H  Y  M  N  S,  B.  W* 

5  He  dy'd  to  make  me  ever  bleft, 
And  I  have  known  his  love  ; 

On  times  I've  lean'd  upon  his  bread, 
And  yet  again  I  rove. 

6  Lord  wake  me  from  this  flup-id  frame, 
And  fill  my— fbui  with  love, 

Then  fiiaM  thy  name  he  all  my  theme, 
Till  I  awake  above. 

HYMN  XXXVI.  Common  Metre, 
On  living  near  to  Chriji. 

1  jf~*\    COULD  I  live  but  near  my  God3 
\_Jr      How  happy  fhould  I  be  ; 

I'd  walk  the  paths  that  Jefus  trod, 
Theheav'nly  lands  to  fee. 

2  Jefur  would  be  mv  conuant  _guide. 
And  cheer  me  with  his  love  ; 

Triumphant  o'er  my  foes  I'd  ride, 
To  the  bright  realms  above. 

3  O  biefied  fpirit  iend  thy  wing 
To  bear  my  foul  away, 

I'd  foar  with  all  thy  faints  and  fing3 
To  everlading  day. 

4  Jefus  for  thee  my  foul  doth  pant, 
And  fain  would  thee  adore  ; 

:    Thy  bleffed  fr-If  is  all  I  want, 
Now  and  forevermore. 
HYMN  XXXVII.      Common   Me**, 
The  ckrijlian    wondering  at    tht  gooeLn&fs  of  G$d 

and  his  ozanjlupidity. 
iTT  A V £  I  been  bieft  with  grace  divine, 
XX      And  known  the  jovfui  found  ]  . 


JB.  IV.  ft  Y  M  N  S.     .  sc.v 

And  is  this  blelTed  Jefus  mine  ; 
O  what  a  pearl  I've  found  ! 

2,   Why  then  my  foul  am  I  fo  dead  ! 

How  can  I  fenfelefs  be  ! 
How  can  I  with  the  wicked  tread, 

Since  Jefus  cyrd  for  me  ! 

3  Ungrateful  mortal  that  I  am  I 
When  Jefus  is  my  friend  ; 

O  could  1  now  adore  the  Lamb5 
Till  all  thefe  trials  end  ! 

4  O  prince  of  peace  awake  my   heart3 
With  thy  tranfporting  love, 

Nor  let  my  foul  from  thee  depart3 
Till  I  fliall  foar  above,, 

KYMN  XXXVIII.     Particular  Mitru 
Thoughts  on  the  difin  tangled  faints. 

a  fX r  THOUGHT  !  how  b!elt  the  faints  above* 

\^/"   Who  fail  in  everlafttng  love, 
Around  the  glorious  throne  of  light  J 
Their  active  fpirits  now  arife, 
With  joy  and  triumph  through  the  fkies, 
Vv7ithout  one  palling  made  of  night. 

2   See  how  the  countiefs  crouds  rejoice, 
And  really  one    in  heart  and  voice  ; 

Their  fhouis  a  fweet  harmonious  drain  $ 
Borne  with  a  Tweet  celeftial  dove, 
G«i  wings  of  tnoft  tranfporting  love, 

Through  ail  the  vail  immortal  plain,. 


a6*  HYMN  5.  B,  IV. 

2  There  they  triumph  in  joys  complete, 
Xerreftial  worlds  beneath  their  feet, 

Wrap'd  up  in  love's  immortal  flame  % 
Thus  bafking  in  eternal  day, 
Amen,  amen,  amen,  they  fay, 

Amen,  all  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

HYMN  XXXIX.     Long  Metre. 

The  chrijlian  thir fling  for  liberty* 
*f~\  COULD  my   foal  a  freedom  find, 

V-^  From  thefe  black  cloud:  that  veil  my  mind  \ 
Or  mud  I  fiill  in  exile  rove, 
So  far  from  all  my  joy  and  love  ? 

2  Obleffed  Lord,  my  faith  revive, 
And  make  my  dying  foul  alive  ; 
Awake  me  with  a  facred  flame, 

To  feel  thy  grace  and  iove   thy  name. 

3  L'nlock  thefe  prifcn  doors  I  pray  5 
Take  Lars  of  unbelief  away  ; 

O  help  me  thou  immortal  Dove, 
To  feel  and  fin^  redeeming  love. 

HYMN   XL.     Short  Metre. 
D*  firing  to  acknowledge  the  goodnejs  of  God<, 
iT  TAD   I  ten  thoufand  tongues     ' 

JL  JL      I'd  fpread  thy  name  abroad  j 
"With  joy  I'd  raife  ten  thoufand  fongs 
For  to  confefs  my  God. 

2   His  goodnefs  claims  my  praife, 

And  I'll  adore  his   name  ; 
Yet  ail  ihe  fongs  that  angels  raife 

Can  add  no  joys  to  hira» 


JS.lV;  H  Y  H  N  S.  *% 

3  O  God  thy   fpirit  give, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more, 

And  let  my  foul  forever  live3 
Thy  goodnefs  to  adore* 

4  Forever  Lord  I  truft, 
I  (hall  adore  that  love, 

That  bled  for  me  when  I  was  loi!r 
And  bore  my  foul -above. 

5  O  what  bleft  fcenes  I'll  fee 
When  once  I'm  landed  there  ! 

With  God  (who  is  my  all)  I'll  be, 
And  what  can  I  have  more. 

HYMN  XLL     Long  Metre. 

On  the  condefcention  and  love  of  Chrift, 

i  &T^  RE  AT  was  the  ftoop.  great  was  the  love^ 

\JT     Of  Jefus  to  the  fallen  race  I 
With  joy  he  left  the  realms  above. 
To  fpread  the  wonders  of  his  gra:e. 

s   Down,  down  he  Hoops  beneath  the  fiues^ 
With  love   and  pardons  in  his  hands, 

And  dies,  the  mighty  monarch  dies. 
To  bring  us  to  the  heav'niy  lands. 

3.  Think,  O  my  foul  Jehovah  bleeds 
For  wretched  men,  O  dearly  bought  !- 

Such  love  and  goodnefs  far  exceeds 
The  laft  extent  of  human  thought,, 

3  Let  all  the  glorious  holts  above, 
Where  they  unveil'd  his  glories  fee,* 

ILe  found  he  wonders  of  his  love, 
For  'tis  a  note  too  high  for  aae,  Y  a 


aS4  HYM  N  S.  B.  IV, 

HYMN  XLII.     Long  Metre. 
An  advice  to  the  new  bom-fouls  never  to  part  for 

their  different  opinions  about  non-ejfentials, 
a  T*  ET  not  the  fons  of  Jefus  call 

B   /That-  common  which  the  Lord  hath  cleans'd; 
"When  Chrift  who  is  their  all  in  all, 

Kas  lov'd  them,  and  their  heartshave  chang'd? 

£    They  rre  fav 'rites  of  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Who  freely  fpilt  his  blood  for  them  ; 

If  then  they're  wafn'd  in  his  own  blood, 
Who  dares  their  chofen  names  condemn. 

3  Jefus  has  feal'd  them  on  his  heart, 
And  J3ves  them  as  his  heav'nly  feed, 

Then  why  mould  chriftians  ever  part, 
When  in  efientials  they're   agreed  ? 

4  O  ihen  no  more  ye  heav'n-born  race, 
For  modes  and  forms  fo  warm  contend, 

You're  a!l  redeem'd  by  the  fame  grace, 
And  all  have  Jefus  for  your  friend, 

5  'Tis  icve  ihaL  do:h  fulfil  the  law, 

And  meeknefs  fpresc^s  the  Saviour's  name  *T 
But  warm   debates  will  never  draw 

Not  one  poor  foul  to  Chrif.  the  Lamb. 

6  Proclaim  ye  faints  your  maker's  love, 
In  cv'ry  ho.jr  and  ev'ry  hrea'h, 

And  foon  you'ii  land  with   him  above 
To  jo;B  the  triumphs  of  bis  death. 

HYMN   XLIII.     Common    Metre. 
*fhe  fhrifiian  hunperini?  for  the  bread  of  life. 
*~\~\TtlY  mould  I  ftarve  my  hungry  mind 
Y  V        On  earth's  alluring  charms! 


B.IV.  H  Y  M  N  %*  2% 

No  folid  p'eafure  (hall  I  find, 
But  in  my  Saviour's   arms. 

2  'Tis  there  a!one  I  find  relief 
From  ev'ry  fore  dsftrefs, 

'Tis  [here  I  Lofe  ray  guilt  and  grief, 
And  tafte  of  heav'nly  blifs. 

3  O  could  I  hourly  walk  with  God? 
And    feel  his  boundlefs  love, 

With  joy  I'd  found  his  name  abroad? 
And  fing  where  e'er  I  rove. 

4  Take  me  my  J^fus  by  the  hand. 
And  lead  to  Hreams  divine, 

Cheerful  I'll  join  the  heav'nly  band? 
And  Gog  the  Lord  is  mine, 

5  O  give  me  that  immortal   food 
That  faints  enjoy  above, 

There's  nothing  worth  the  name  of  good 
But  that  redeeming  lore, 

HYMN  XLIV.     Common  Metre, 

The  chrifdan  in  the  dark,  pmtingfor  li^hi   and 
liberty. 

i/~\  WHEN  will  thefe  black  clouds  depart^- 

\^      And  bars  of  death  remove  ? 
Bre^k  heav'nly  morn  into  my  hearty 
And  cheer  m?  with  rhy  love. 

2   How  would  my  foul  arife  with  joy 

To  fee   my  Saviour's  face, 
And  ev'rv  pow'r  of  thought  employ 

To  seii  the  world  of  grace, 


s>66-  HY  M  N  S.  5.  IV, 

3  I  long  to  love  my  Jefus  more,- 
And  let  poor  Tinners  know 

His  goodnefs  haih  no  bound  nor  fhore, 
That  they  may  love  him  too. 

4  O  Jefus  break  my  heavy  chains, 
And  fet  the  mourner  free  ; 

I'll  (ing  for  joy,  and  lofe  my    painsj 
And' walk  dear  Lord  with  thee, 

HYMN  XLV.     Short  Metre. 

Complaining  of  pride  and  unbeliefs  and  thirfiing 
J  or  liberty. 

'i£~\    GOD  my  heart  is  hard. 

\_A       And  pride  yet  reigns  within  $ 
In  cicaih  and  darknefs  1  am  bard. 
With  unbelief  the  chain. 

2  O  break   thou  Prince  of  peace, 
Thefe  bars  ihat  chain  me  fo, 

And  give  my  wounded  foul  releafe 
Out  cf  this  gulf  of  woe. 

3  O  let  me  feel  and  fee 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace  }< 
And  let  my  happy  portion  be 
Among  the  heav'n  bom  racc9 

4  Then  would  my  fonl  rejoice^ 
In  the  Redeemer's  name  ; 

And  while  I   live  I'd  fpend  my  voice? 
Hts  goodnefs  to  proclaim* 


B/m  HYMNS.  agy 

HYMN  XLVI.     Common  Metre. 
Panting  after  Chrift  and  the  fpreading   of  his 

caufe. 
i  YSSUS  my  foul  doth  long  to  know 
J      More  of  thy  felf  in  time  ; 
And  while  I  iread  thefe  climes  below, 
Feed  on  thefe  joys  fubliine. 

2  Then  could  I  tell  of  Chrift  my  God? 
And  fpread  his  lovely  name, 

That  other  fouls- might  hear  his  word? 
Come  and  enjoy   the  fame. 

3  My  foul  dear  Jefus,  longs  to  fse 
Thy  blefled  caufe  revive  ; 

O  bring  poor  finners  home  to  thee3 
And  let  the  mourners  live. 

HYMN  XLVII.     Common  Metre. 
The  doubting  chriflian  zorefllingfor  a  real  know-* 

ledge  of  Chrift, 
i/~\  CUTTING  doubts  !  when  fhall  I  know 

V— r       That  Jefus  is  my  friend  ? 
When  {hall  I"  leave  thefe  floods  of  woe  ? 
When  will  ihefe  conflicts  end  ? 

2  Sometimes  I  think  I  feel  his  love> 
And  ?afte  of  joys  divine  ; 

But  ah  !  ioo  fqwn  in  doubts  I.  rove5 
And  cannot  fay   he's  mtne. 

3  But  -frill  I  muft  pre  fume  to  know9 
Since  all  I  have's   at  (rake  ; 

Tell  me,  dear  God,  O  ftoop  fo  low 
For  the  Redeemer's  fake» 


*68  H  Y  M  N  S.  ht  IV, 

4  'Tis  for  the  glory  of  thy  name, 
And  my  eternal  joy, 

That  I  mould  know  and  love  the  Lamb,, 
Then,  Lord,  theie  doubts  deftroy, 

5  I  never  {hall  with  peace  be  bleft, 
While  doubling  thus  I  rove  : 

Nor  dare  I  deep,  nor  dare  I  reft, 
'Til!  I  have  known  thy  love. 

5  O  come  dear  Jefus,  come,  I  pray3 

And  fpeak  the  Tvord  of  peace  ; 
Take  all  my  ,doubts  and   fears  away, 

And  make  my  fbrrow  ceafe. 

f  O  might  I  fee  the* happy  day,- 

When  I  coald  ail  refign  ; 
Thefe  doubts  and  foes  be  ilea  away,- 

And  know  that  Chiifl  is  mine  ! 

HYMN  XLVIII.     Common  Metre* 
Defiring  Chrift  above  all. 
i  "j*    OR.D  fi.Il  my  heart  with  love  divine, 

&  4   And  let  me  live  to  thee  ; 
Lei  me  be  thine,  and  th^u  be  mine. 

Then  happy  I  dull  be. 

a   This  is  the  portion  I  requeft, 

And  this  is  all  I  want  ; 
Nor  can  I  think  that  I  am  bleft, 

'Till  thou  this  Bleifipg  grant. 

3'  There's  nothing  elfe,  O  God,  can  do\f 

All  oth^r  gifis  arc  fmall  ; 
The  love  of  Chnil,  O  let  me  know, 

For  jefus  mui;  be  2.1L 


B.  IV.  HYMN  S.  £09 

4  Say,  bleffed  Jefus,  fnail  I  be 
Once  leaning  on  thy  breaft  ; 

In  heav'n  where  {hall  I  reign  with  thee?, 
Ocan  I  be  fo  bleft  ] 

5  So  great  the  prize,  fo  .great  my -need, 
I  cannot  be  deny'd  ; 

Give  me  thyfeif.  O  God.  I  plead, 
And  I  (hall  be  funply'd. 

HYMN     xLlX,     Short  Metre.. 
The  fame. 
*4~\  JESUS  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
'%^J^  Be  thou  my  everlafting  all.; 
Mo  other  joys  my  foul  would  know, 
Long  .as  I  tread  thefe  climes  below, 

2  I'll  give  siyfeif  toChrift  the  Lamb, 
And  make  his  praife  my  comlant  theme*, 
Until  my  la  ft  expiring  breath, 

Then  triumph  over  fin  and  deal-K 

3  Then  Jefus  let  my  foul  arife 

To  realms  where  pieafure  never  dies  ; 
There  (hail  I  tread  the  blifsful  (hore, 
And  leave  my  God,  my  life,  no  more. 

HYMN  L.      Particular    Metre* 

On  the  birth  of  Chr.ift,* 
^  EE  Jefus  in  a  manger  lies  ! 

Archangels  gaze   with  fweet  furprifc, 
At  (heir  Creator's  mortal  birth  ; 
Hark  !  hark  !    the  heav'nly  arches  ring, 
When  God  their  King,  when  God  their  King 
Appears  among  the  fons  of  earth. 


*;o  H  Y  M  N  S.  B,  Wj 

2  Angels  defcend,  with  joy  proclaim 
To  mortals  his  incarnate  name, 

And  bids  the  world  forget  their  fear; 
Xift  up  your  eyes,  O  Adam's  race, 
An  act  of  grace,  an  aft  of  grace 

By  Jefus  comes,  O  finners  hear. 

3  Sinners  behold  your  only  friend, 
For  you  his  arm  doth  w-ide  extend, 

Tafte»  death  for  you,  and  all  mankind  j 
Fear  not,  O  ihepherds,  this  is  he, 
Arife  and  fee,  arife  and  fee, 

The  Babe  at  Bethlehem  you'll  find. 

4  Shout,  dyingmortals,  Ihout  his  praife, 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  his  honors  raife  ; 

Glad  tidings  to  your  world  is  come  | 
•Go  tell  the  world  from  fhore  to  fhore, 
JDefpond  no  more,  defpond  no  more, 

He's  come  to  call  the  rebels  home. 

HYMN  1,1.     Common    Metre. 
Panting  after  Chrift. 

1  W    ORD  Jefus  let  thy  grace  appear 
J.&  4   And  touch  my  harden'd  heart, 

Thy  love  would  banifh  all  my  fear, 
And  make  my  foes  depart. 

2  How  can  I  live  fo  far  from  thee 
A  God  of  houndlcfs  grace  I 

When  thai!  I  hourly  waik  with  thee 
And  fee  thy  fmi ling  face  ? 

g   I  know  dear  God,  thy  love  is  grcat.j 
And  like  a  boundlefs  fea  : 


B.  IV.  H  Y  M  NS,  271 

But  when  my  foul  no  tane  doth  get, 
It  is  not  love  to  me  ! 

4  'Tis  for  that  I-ove  my  foul  afpi  res, 
O  Jefus  hear  my  cry, 

Thy  love  fulfils -all  my  defires, 
And  lifts  my  foul  on  high. 

5  O  Lord  to  thy  dear  feet  I  come, 
And  plead  thy  precious  biood  ; 

Be  thou  my  portion,  life   and  home, 
And  my  eternal  food. 

HYMN     LII.      Particular  Metre. 
Defiring  nothing  but  Chrift. 

1  A      BEGGAR  Lord  behold  I  (land, 
-JlJL     And  wait  the  moving  cf  thy   hand- 

O  fend  me  not  away  diftrefl  ; 
3  never  can  true  pieafure  fee 
Until  I  find  it  Lord  in  thee, 

But  O  in  thee  forever  ble{i„ 

2  Not  earthly  crowns,  ncr  length  of  days'. 
Nor  all  the  grandeur  time   can  raife, 

Would  ever  tempt  me  from  thy  door  % 
But  O  thy  kingdom  in  my  foul, 
Is  all  I  want,  'tis  ail  in  ali, 

O  be  my  life  forevermore, 

3  I  call  no  arm  a  friend  but  thine? 
I  know  no  joys  but  joys  divine, 

Thy  prefence  brings  immortal  light  "3 
Thy  love  doth  all  my  foes  deftrovj 
In  thee  is  everlafiing  joy, 

But  without  thee  eternal  night.  2 


£72  HYMNS.  B.IV. 

.  HYMN  LI  1 1.     Common  Metre, 

The  chrijlian's  parting  hymn, 

t  T5  LEST  be  the  Lord  that  we  may  part,         „ 

JL3      And  bodies  far  remove, 
Yet  we  are  bound  m  every  heart 
By  (he  Redeemer's  love. 

2.   Although  our  mortal  feet  may  tread 

In  different  paths  be!ow$ 
Oar  fouls  are  one  in  Chnft  our  head, 

And  bieQ  where  e'er  we  go. 

3    As  faithful  warriors  let  us  fight, 

For  Jefus  leads  our  bjnd, 
He'll  guide  our  feet  both  day  and  night 

Through  ail  this  defert  land. 

A   When  a  few  moments  more  are  gone 

We'll  reach  the  peaceful  more, 
Where  ev'ry  foul  to  Jefus    born 

Will  meet  and  part  no  more. 

5   There  where  our  Saviour's   glories  mine 

We'it  walk  the  blifsful    plain  ; 
Our  fouls  fiiall  drink  of  ftreams  divine 

And  with  oar  Jefus  reign. 

HYMN  LIV.     Lonf  Metre. 

For  the  youth. 

i  T     EAD  me  O  jefus  in  thy  truth, 

X^ A   Yvhile  I    am  in  the  bloom  of  voulh  ; 
Redeem  my  foul  from  death  and  fin, 
And  let  me  feel  thy  love  within. 


B.IV.  HYMNS.  273 

2  While  I  pafs  through  this  mortal  flage, 
My  life  in  thy  bleft  caufe  engage  ; 

And  let  me  teii  the  world  thy  death 
Until  my  laft  expiring  breath, 

3  Then  when  my  mortal  life  mall  fail, 
And  I  muft   pafs  death's  gloomy  veil, 
"With  gladnefs  would  I  yield  my  breath, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  powers  of  death. 

4  I'd  bid  adieu  to  all  my  woe, 
And  to  my  heav'nly  father  go  % 

To  join  with  all  the  youthful  throng 
Where  love  {hail  be  our  lading  fong. 

HYMN  LV.   Particular  Metre. 
Panting  for  divine  light  and  life* 
I'TylTHO  will  expel  thefe  {hades  of  night 
V  V        And  give  my  foul  immortal  light  ? 
None  but  the  Saviour,  he's  my  joy  ; 
'Tis  he  alone  can  let  me  know 
The  joys  of  upper  worlds  below, 
And  my  unnumber'd  foes  deflroy. 

2  Soon  as  I  hear  his  charming  voice, 
I  leap,  I  fing  and  I  rejoice, 

And  feel   my  foul  wrapt  up  in  love  I 
Could  I  but  always  feel  me  fo 
Triumphing  through  the  world  I'd  go 

'Till  I  mould  reach  the  realms  above, 

3  O  happy  thought  !    tranfporting  hour  1 
And  fiiail  I  once  with  Jefus  there 

In  everlaftiog  glory  reign  ? 


a  24  HYMN  S«  B.  IV. 

Thece  ail  the  heav'nly  hofts  are  one, 
The  battle's  fought  the  field  is  won, 
Nor  (hall  they  ever  part  again. 

HYMN  LVI.     Common   Metre. 
A  chrijiian  in  the  dark. 

1  jf~\   MUST  I  wander  all  my  days 
V-/      In  doubts  and  flavifc  fears, 

Through  horrid  foes,  and  gloomy  ways. 
And  floods,  ^rd  griefs,  and  tears  ? 

2  Where  (ball  I  wander  for  relief 
But  to  the  prince  of  peace  ? 

"Tis  he  alone  can  eafe  my  grief,. 
And  make  my  trials  ceaie. 

3  O  Jefus  take  me  in  thy  hand, 
And  let  me  know  thy  love, 

Each  hour  let  me  enjoy  my  friend, 
And  never  from  thee  rove. 

4  My  weary'd  foul  can  never  reft,. 
Nor  ever  happy  be, 

Except  I  lean  upon  thy    ureal}, 
O  Lord,  and  live  with  thee. 

HYMN  LVII.     Particular  Metric 
The  pilgrims  fong, 
i TyLGRIMS  let  us  all  engage, 

JL      While  we  tread  this  mortal  ftage, 
Spread  the  name  of  Chrift  our  king, 
And  while  on  our  journey  ling. 

c   jefus  for  us  fpent  his  breath, 
Uy'd  to  favc  our  fouls  from  death  ; 


B.  IV.  HYMN  S.  275 

Ke  muft  have  our  life  and  foul, 
For  our  God  is  all  in  all. 

3   Shouting  praifing,  let  us  go, 
Leaving  all  the  joys  below  ; 
Soon  our  fouls  (hall  mount  on  high, 
Where  our  joys  (hall  never  die. 

HYMN  LVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  doubting  chrijliati. 
iT     ONG  have  I  wander'd  from  my  God, 
%.  a    And  loft  the  fweetnefs  of  his  word  ; 
When  fhall  1  meet  my  friend  again, 
And  fing  his  love,  and  lofe  my  pain  ? 

z   Ne'er  (hall  I  reft  until  I  find 

My  love  to  cheer  my  drooping  mind  ; 

2  long  to  feel  his  facred  flame 

And  tell  the  world  his  lovely  name. 

3  Come  Jefus,  come  and  cheer  my  heart, 
Make  ev'ry  carnal  love  depart  ; 

.  What  e'er  I  have  where  e'er  I  be, 
Let  me  forever  be  with  thee. 

HYMN  LIX.     Long    Metre. 
The  fame, 

1  jf\  GOD  break  in  my  heart  with  love, 
\^/     And  let  me  feel  ibis  death  remove  J 

Let  me  enjoy  my  Father's  fac«, 
That  I  may  triumph  in  thy  grace. 

2  Unhappy  mortaM  fhall  be 
If  I  itiil  wander  without  thee  $ 

Z  a 


::,6  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.IV, 

But  if  with  thee  where'er  1  go 
It  is  a  hcav'n  begun  below. 

3   Come  Lord  and  fpeak  a  (i  kail  all  peace" 
And  ev'ry  "orm  will  quickly  ceafe  ; 
O  lead  me  with  thy  heav'-nly  hand, 
Safe  to  the  bleft  the  peaceful   land. 

HYMN  LX.      Particular  Metre. 

A  fang  for  the  pilgrims. 

iTJ'LGRIMS  lift  your  hearts  to'fing 
JL      Songs  of  praiie  to  God  our  king  ; 
lie    thai  bougfel  us  with  h;s  blood 
Soon  will  brine  us  home  to  God. 

o 

3  Th-re  in  peace  we  foon  {hall  red 
With  his  faints  forever  bieft  ; 
There  enjoy  our  Saviour's  love, 

r  more  from  Jefus  rove. 

g   Ther^  forever  we'll    rejoice, 
Love  uniting  every  voice  ; 
Feailing  or:  immortal  food, 
Ev'ry  foul  rn-.dc  one  with  God, 

4  Through  'he  realms  of  light  we'll  faifr 
Perfefl  joy  (hall  never  fail  ; 

Trim*  landed  there, 
h\  angelic  glories  (hare. 

HYMN  LXI.     Long  Metre. 
De firing  to  be  always  mar  to  God, 

■*ST^     rHAT  l  ?"«ty  for^er  be 

\y      Keu;  near  my  God;  -;r/i  him  adore> 


B.IV.  m  Y  MK  S.  27 7 

"Till  face  (o  face  I  him  dial!  fee, 
Within  the  blcft  immonal  fliore  ! 

3   Lord  fpeah  the  word  and  feat  my  heart 

So  fa  ft  to  my  eternal  friend, 
That  we  may  not  from  thee  defers 

Till  all  thefe  mortal  changes   end, 

3  Then  in  the  eternal  world  of  reft, 
Let  me  with  thee  my  father  reign, 

With  all  the  faints  and  angels  blefc, 
And  never,  never  part  ag.aii 


,n: 


HYMN  LXII.     Long  Metre, 

JDefiring  to  know  more  of  God, 

i^   ff  TCH  more,  O  God,  I  fain  vojld  he 

jLVJL    Acquainted  wish  myfelf  and  thee  y 
Nothing  hut  Jefus  let  me  know, 
Then  lhall  I  have  a  heav'n  below, 

2  No  more  O  Jefus,  let  me  ftray 
To  lofe  the  fweetnefs  of  ihy  way  ; 
Or  if  I  mould  a  captive  rove, 
Reclaim  me  with  th  ne  arm  of  love, 

3  Much  of  thy  fpirit  may  I  have, 
With  thee  to  walk,  and  in  thee  live  ; 
Let  grace  my  heart  and  tongue  employy 
To  court  poor  finners  to  my  joy. 

4  And  when  thefcr  mortal  clogs  (hall  ceafef 
I  (hall  exult  in  realms  of  peace, 
pifrharg'd  from  earth  and  all  her  toya 

To  &are  in  everiafling  joys. 


fi78  HYMNS.  B.  IV. 

HYMff  LXIII.      Particular  Metre. 
The  doubting  chrtflian.t, 
lTX  THEN  will  the  bleft  immortal  Dove, 
V  V   Thefe  heavy  doubisand  clouds  remove, 
And  let  me  know  my  (landing  fare  ? 
O  will  his  love  e'er  on  me  fhtne, 
That  I  may  fay  my  God  is  mine, 
And  doubt  his  love  no  more  ? 

2  Dark  Hate  of  mine  to  live  (o  far 
From  Chrift  the  bright  the  morning  (lar, 

And  wander  in  thefe  (hades  of  night  ; 
My  faith  is  weak,  my  joys  are  low  ; 
Long  nights  I  wade  through  fea  of  woe  ; 

O  Jefus  blefs  me  with  thy  light. 

3  Lord  take  me  by  the  hand  I  pray, 
And  lead  me  to  eternal  day, 

Where  ev'ry  fear  and  doubt  ftiall  ceafe  ; 
There  (hall  I  drink  of  living  dreams, 
And  bdfk  in  thine  immortal  beams 

Where  all  the  glorious  realms  are  peace. 

HYMN  LXIV.     Long   Metre. 

The  /{range  travels  of  a  doubting  ehrijltan, 
1^*1  "Vi&RE's  none  can  tell  or  yet  conceive, 

A        What  different  fcer.es  I'm  carried  thro* 
B'-it  ihofe  who  in  the  Lord  believ?, 
Are  born,  and  know  the  travels  too. 

2   Sometimes  I  think  the   Lamb  of  God 
Has  (poke  a  word  of  peace  to  me. 

Has    fpent  his  life  and  fpilt  his  blood, 
And  bore  my  curfcs  en  the  tree. 


B.  IV.  HYM  N  S.  *x£ 

3  Then  leaps  my  foul  with  joys  divine, 
Long  as  I  feel  the  heav'nly  Came, 

I  think  the  bleMed  Lamb  is  mine, 
And  find  a  fweetnefs  in  his  name* 

4  But  O  how  foon  does  unbelief 
Pretend  it  is  too  great  for  me  I 

I  never  found  that  true  relief 

Which  real  chrifiians  know  and  fee. 

5  Caft  down  and  mourning  then  I  go. 
And  feel  the  borders  of  defpair, 

My  bleeding  heart  o'erwhelm'd  with  wocj. 
Is  drove  from  place  to  place  with  fear*. 

6  Yet  when  a  glimpfe  of  light  returns 


I  feel  tnv  former  joys  a<rain 


My  wounded  foul  doch  ceale  to  rnoarn, 
My  fears  are  fled,  and  foes  are  {kinc 

n    My  faith  revives,  my  jovs  increafe, 
1  chink  my  trying  hours  are  gone; 

But  unbelief  foon  breaks  my  peace, 
And  all  my  doubts  and  fears  return, 

8  And  thus  I'm  tofs'd  from  hope  to  feary 
As  faith,  or  unbelief  prevails; 

But  diH  my  God  is  always  near, 

Though  clouds  fo  oft  his  face  may  veil. 

9  Lord  ft  nee  thy  goodnefs  knows  no  bound' 
O  let  me  feei  thy  kingdom  fland, 

Then  when  thy  mercies  I  have  found3 
IJ 11  trull -my  ail  upon  thy  hand, 


28o  HYMN  S.  B.  IV, 

JO  Then  let  the  pow'rs  of  bell  invade, 

1*11  triumph  while  my  rock  I  feel ; 
My  hope  is  on  Jehovah  laid, 

My  anchor  fure  within  the  veil. 

H  Y  M  N     LXV.  Short  Metre, 
Defying  to  walk  zcith  God, 
l/^V  JESUS  with  me  go, 

V--/    And  lead  me  by  thy  Iovef 
I,ong  as  I  journey  here  below, 
Nor  let  me  from  thee  rove.   :- 

£   Where  e'er  my  lot  may  be, 

While  on  this  mortal  ftage, 
Kelp  me  my  Cod  to  walk  with  thee^ 

And  in  thy  caufe  engage. 

3  Let  love  infpire  my  tongue 
To  fpread  thy  grace  abroad, 

Redeeming  love  (hall  be  my  fong, 
And  thou  (hall  be  my  God. 

4  And  when  this  life  (ball  end, 
And  all  my  labour  ceafe  ; 

Let  me  enjoy  my  heav'nly  friend 
In  the  Iweet  realms  of  peace. 

HYMN     LXV  I.     Particular  Metre. 
The  rhrifiian  in  the  dark  panting  for  light, 
l  T  T  ASTE  dear  Jefus,  hafte  I  pray, 

JL  JL    Take   this  unbelief  away, 
Fill  me  with  thy  iove  divine, 
Let  me  know  thai  I  am  tfarne. 


B.  IV.  HYMNS.  *3* 

2  Far  I  live  dear  Lord  frcnf  thee, 
Little  of  thy  glories  fee, 

Mull  I  ftill  in  exile  go, 
Wading  in  thefe  fcenes  of  woe  I 

3  O  my  Jefus  make  me  bleft, 
In  thy  bofom  let  me  reft, 
Guide  ray  feet,  poffefs  ray  heart,. 
Let  me  never  from  thee  part. 

4  Can  I  live  without  ihy  grace  I 
Muft  I  mourn  thy  diftant  face  S 
All  my  hopes,  and  jovs  are  flain, 
Till  I  fee  thy  face  again. 

5  Lead  me  Lord  in  paths  of  peace, 
Then   will  all  my  forrows  ceafe, 
Lend  thy  hand  from  realms  above. 
To  infpire  me  with  thy  love. 

6  O  for  blefiings  fo  divine  ! 
Can  fuch  glories  e'er  be  mine  ? 
Yea  thyfelf,  O  Lord  hath  fworn, 
Thou  doth  freely  give  the  crown. 

HYMN     LXVII.     Common  Metre. 

The    chrijlian   encouraged    under    trials  by    the 

victory  others  have  gained. 

iF  I  1EN  thoufand  folTwers  of  the  Lamb, 

JL  Who  once  thisdefert  trod, 
And  fuffer'd  for  their  Saviour's  name, 

Are  retting  with  their  God. 

2   Kard  hours  of  grief  they  waded  through, 
While  fighting  here  below  ; 


282  H  Y  ,M  N  S.  B.  IV 

But  now  they've  bid'  a  Jong  adieu 
To  all  ihefe  fcenes  of  woe. 

3  Safely  they've  reach'd   the  peaceful  fiiore 
Where  iove  immortal  reigns, 

Where  dorms  of  iorrow  are  no  more, 
And  they  forget  their  pains. 

4  Then  O  my  foul  !    I  mull  purfue 
My  Jefbs  and  my  love, 

Till  I  fhali  meet  in  glory  too, 
With  all  the  faints  above, 

5  Soon  I  fha'i  fing  the  Victor's  fong 
In  manfions  of  delight, 

And  join  the  vaft  angelic  throng 
Far  from  thefe  (hades  of  night. 

HYMN  LXVIII.     Particular  Metre, 

Thirfting  after  Chrifi. 

lT    ORD  my  foul  now  doth  afpire 
jL-d   For  a  fpark  of  heav'nly  fire  ; 
O  that  I  may  feel  thy  iove 

Waft  me  to  the  realms  above  ? 

2  Help  me,  O  my  God  I  pray, 
Bear  my  foaring  heart  away  ;, 
Set  me  from  my  bondage  free  ; 
Wrap  my  foul  all  up  in  thee. 

3  Guide  me  Lord  where  e'er  I  go; 
Let  me  tafle  of  heaven  below, 

Till  my  laft  exchange  mail  come, 
Then,  O  my  Jefus,  call  me  home. 


B.1Y.  H  Y  M  N  S. 

4  There  I  would  forever  reign, 
Never  part  from  thee  again  ; 
With  the  children  of  thy  love 
P^eign  with  thee  in  realms  above, 

HYMN  LXIX.     Long  Metre, 
The  far.ie. 
^jf\    WHEN;  my  bleiTed  Jefus  when 

\+j/    Shall  I  enjoy  thy  Jove  again  P 
O  let  me  fee  the  happy  hour. 
When  I  (hall  fee!  thyiove  with  powJr„ 

2.   How  can, I.  live  without  my  friend, 

0  come  and  bid  my  forrows  end, 
One  word,  one  word  dear  Jefus  give. 
And  caufe  my  drooping  foul  to  live. 

3  My  head  is  overwhelmed  with  grief, 

1  wander  round  to  find  relief  ; 
But  none.  O  God,  I  e'er  {hall  fee, 
Until!  fin'd  myfelf  with.  thee. 

4  Lord  Jefu;  break  this  gloomy  made  ; 
Be  tbou  my  life,  my  joy,  my  aid  ; 
And  let  me  leave  my  friend  no  more 
Long  as  I  tread  this  mortal  fhore. 

HYMN     LXX.     Common  hldu, 
The  vanity  of  the  world. 
iTT^HIS  world  with  all  its  charms 

JL       Are  vain  and  poifon  too  | 
•O  let  me  fly  to  Jefus'  arms, 
I'd  bid  them  all  adieu. 

A    4 


s«4  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  IV 

2  Methinks  my  foul  can  fay, 
I  find  no  pleafure  here  ; 

The  more  for  earthly  joys  I  ftray> 
The  greater  is  my  fear. 

3  Too  long  I've  fought  for  joy 
Where  it  was  never  found  ; 

Why  fhould  I  ftill  my  life  employ, 
To  fearch  a  deferc  round  ? 

4  My  hungry  foul  afpires 
To  bid  them  all  adieu  ; 

My  heart  awakes  with  Orong  defires, 
The  Saviour  to  purfue. 

5  Lord  help  me  to  arife 
From  ev'ry  earthly  toy  ; 

Give  me  a  life  that  never  dies, 
And  be  my  only  joy. 

HYMN  LXXI.     Long   Metre. 

\P  anting  for  a  felt  knowledge  of  Chrifl, 

i"X  la  THEN  (hall  my  foul  from  doubts  be  fre< 

V  V         And  be  poffefs'd  of  life  divine? 
That  happy  day  when  (hall  I  fee, 

That  I  can  fay  thai  Chrilt  is   mine  ? 

2  When  will  he  for  my  foul  appear. 
And  give  my  drooping   fpirit  reft  ? 

Forgive  my  fins,  expel    mv  fear, 
O  Lord,  and  make  rne   ever  bleft. 

3  Then  wii!  my  foul  O  God    rejoice, 
And  tell  the  dying  world  thy  love, 

Sinners  around  (hall  hear  my  voice, 
Till  death  command  my  lafl  remove* 


B.  IV.  H  Y  M  N  S.  aS| 

4  Then  fhall  my  lading  portion  be, 

To  (hare  with  all  the  faints  above  5 
And  live  eternal  God  with  thee,  j 

And  folace  in  thy  boundlefs  love. 
HYMN     LXXII.     Common  Metre. 
For  the  morning. 
i°Tf~  IND  was  the  hand  that  bro't  me  through 

1\     My  flumb'ring  hours  in  peace  ; 
His  mercies  are  forever  new  ; 
Nor  can  his  goodnefs  ceafe. 

2  Though  earth  and  heli  furrounHs  my  bed, 
And  threatens  to  devour, 

My  Jefus  fafely  guards  my  head, 
With  his  almighty  pow'r. 

3  Great  is  thy  goodnefs  Lord  to  ma 
Thy  mercy  hath  no  bound  : 

When  either  deep  or  'wake  I  be, 
Thine  arm  doth  me  furround. 

4  O  could  I  now  leave  all  my  flotb3 
And  rifing  with  the  fun, 

Speak  my  redeeemers  praifes  forth,. 
While  m-ortaL  wheels  (hall  run  ! 

5  Then  when  thefe  nights  and  days  axe  o'er^ 
I'll  bid  all  pains  adieu, 

And  reach  the  everlafting  (bore,. 
Where  joys  are  ever   new. 

6  Then  from,  thefe  clogs  I  fhall   be  freed, 
And  reft  in  facred  love  ; 

Where  I  no  more  this  deep  fhall  need3 
Or  funs  or  moons  to,  move*. 


■  86  H  Y  M  N  3.  B.  IV. 

HYMN  LXXIH.   .  Long  Metre. 

Thirjiing  after  Jefus. 

3  A    S  pilgrims  wifh  their  reft  to  find, 
jLjL  So  cloth  my  poor  diftreifed  mind 

Long  to  enjoy  a  place  of  reft, 
Amonj  the  faints  forever  blefr. 

*    I  canjict  live  contented  here 
Unlefs  my  Jefus  does  appear  ; 
His  prefence  brings  a  hcav'nly  feafr, 
And  makes  mte  in  his  goodnek  boaft. 

g   Lord  fpeak  and  fet  my  fpirit  free. 
And  caufe  me,  to  rejoice  in  thee  ; 
Let  all  my  life  and  (Irength  be  thine 
Till  I  awake  in  realms  divine. 

4  Immortal  love  fhall  then  inflame 
My  foul  to  found  thy  lading  fame, 
And  biefl  beyond  what  tongue  can  tell, 
for  there  I  fhall  with  Jcfus  dwell. 

HYMN  LXX1V.     Long  Metre,  - 
The  rhrijiian  in  the  dark,  confejing  his  defer  tiont 
*/^"\    MUST  I  fpend  my  moments  fo 

\**r    In  this  dark  veil  of  death  and  woe  ! 
Through  cutting  fears  and  (hades  of  night, 

1  rove  without  one   glimpfe  of  light, 

2  And  muft  I  ftill  in  darknefs  rove, 
So  far  from  thee  my  friend,  my  love  ! 
That  happy  hour  fhall  I  ne'er  fee, 
When  I  can  triumph,  Lord  in  thee  ? 


B.  IV.-  #  Y  M-  tf  S.  2S7 

3.  JTwas  my  falfe  heart  led  me  afiray. 
And  far  I've  wander'd  from  the  way, 
Yet,  O  thou  bleft,  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 
Thy  poor,  thy  wandJring  fheep  reclaim. 

4  Though  I  have  rov'd  fo  far  from  thee, 
Thou  art  not  injur'd   Lord  by  me  ; 
But  I  have  wounded  my  own  foul, 
And  thou  alone  can  make  me  whole, 

HYMN  LXXV.     Short  Metre* 
Panting  after  Chrijl* 

lT    ORD  Jefusletme  fee 

JL^J     The  beauties  of  thy  face  ; 
O  let  me  live  and  walk  with  thee3 
And  triumph  in  thy  grace. 

2  My  heart  for  thee  doth  pant, 
O  give  me  my  requeft, 

Thy  bleffed  felf,  Q  God,  I  want-, 
And  in  thy  love   to  reft. 

3  Vv'hy  mould  I  fpend  my  breath 
For  that  which  is  not   bread  ? 

The  ways  of  fin  are  w-ays  of  deathj 
They  ftrike  my  comforts  dead. 

4  But  Lord  I  find  in    thee 
All  joy  and  ev'ry  good, 

And  fince  thy  goodnefs  is  fo  free-j- 
May  it  be  all  my  food. 

£   Then  will  my  cheerful  foul 
Rejoice  my  journey  throughj 
A  a  2 


»S3  H  Y  M  'N  S:  B.  IT. 

My  mortal  days  (hall  fweeetiy  roll, 
And  all  my  fears  adieu. 

HYMN  LXXVI.     Long  Metre. 

The  doubting  chrijlian,  longing   to  knoco  that  his 

Redeemer  liveth. 
i^yCTlTHOUT  a  doubt  O  could  I  know, 

V  V        Dear  Jefus,  that  I  was  in  thee, 
My  foul  would  foon  forget  her  woe, 

And  O  how  happy  Pnould  I  be  ! 

2  Ah  !    if  I  felt  that  Chrifl  was  mine, 
Wuh  joy  I'd  Hng  his  boundlefs  love  ; 

My  tongue  mould  dwell  on  themes  divine, 
Till  I  (hou'd  foar  to  realms  above. 

3  But  if  in  doubts  I  fpend  my  days, 
No  happy  moments  fhull  I  fee, 

But  wander  in  thefe  difmal  ways,. 
Diftre-fs'd  and  poor   where'er  I  be, 

4,  This  world  would  be  a  fcene  of  woe, 

And  life  itfelf  a  burden  prove  ; 
A~nd  mud  I  Hill  a  mourner  go, 

Without  my  friend,  my  life  my  love.,. 

5   O  thou  that  came  to  help  the  poor, 

Make  bare  thine- arm  and  fet  me  free  ; 

Thy   goodnefs  knows    no  bound  nor  fhore, 
7 hen  Lord  extend  thy  love   to  me. 

HYMN  LXXVII.      Common  Metre. 
The  chrijlianjcr.fi bie  of  defer (ionjrem  Gcd. 
j^I^vJO  long  i   have  abus'd  thy  grace, 
JL       O  my  indulgent  God  ] 


3.  IV..  II  Y  M  N  S„  .  -89. 

Too  long  forfook  the  ways  of  peace. 
And  with  the  wicked  trod. 

2  I've  captive  been  by  fin  and  death, 
But  now  begin  to  fee 

How  vain  I  fpend  my  life  and  breath, 
When  I  defert  from  thee. 

3  No  peace  I  find  fo  far  from  thee, 
Nor  reft  without  thy  love, 

And  yet,  O  thoughtlefs  wretch  I  be3 
For  empty   (hades  I  rove.. 

4  I  never  can  contented  be' 
Without  the  fmiles  of heav'n^ 

0  b!e(fed  Jefus  let  me  fee 
My  fins  are  all  forgiv'n-. 

5  O  let  me  hear,  O  let  me  feel 
That  foul  tranfporting  voice," 

Which  will' my  wounded  fpirit  healr 
And  make  my  heart  rejoice. 

6  Then  would  my  foul  with  joy  proclainf 
The  goodnefs  of  my  God, 

1  woufd  adore  my  Saviour's  name, 

And  fpread  his  love  abroad, 

HYMN  LXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  chrifiian  confejfing  of  coldnefs  and JiupiHty^ 

iT    ORD  I  have  caufe  to  be  afham'd 
%  A     That  I  rejoice  in  thee  no  more. 
That  all  my  foul  is  not  inflam'd 
To  foreai  thy    to7C  and  ihee  adore,. 


290  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  IV 

2  Ten  thou  fan  d  worlds  were  all  in  vain 
To  fave  a  foul  condemn'd  to  die  ; 

Yet  Chrift  the  fon  of  God  was  (lain 
For  fuch  a  guilty  worm  as  I. 

3  And  when  he  faw  me  in  my  guilt, 
His  bowels  did  with  pity  move  ; 

He  wafli'd  me  in  the  blood  he  fpilt, 
And  fed  me  with  redeeming  love, 

4  O  Goci  my  carclefs  frame  forgive, 
And  melt  my  heart  with  love  divine, 

That  I  may  near  to.Jefus  live, 

And  he  po  fiefs  this  heart  of  mine, 

HYMN  LXXIX.      Common  Metre. 
The  chrijtian  acknowledging  God's  goodnefs}  and 

his  own  ingratitude. 
i/"\   HOW  rejoicing  was  the  day 

V^/      When  firft  I  knew  the  Lord  ! 
He  drove  my  fears  and  foes  away, 
And  wafh'd  me  in  his  blood. 

2  No  arm  could  fave,   no  help  was  nigh 
In  that  difijreMing  hour, 

Till  Chrift  the  Lamb  came  pafTmg  by, 
With  his  redeeming  pow'r. 

3  And  often  ftnce  I've  teen  diftreft, 
And  no  relief  could  find, 

Till  Chrift- the  Lord  my  righteoufnefs, 
Told   me  his  love  was  mine. 

4  And  yet  how  carelefs  have  I  been 
Since  foniush  grace  recciv'd  !• 


3r.  IV,  HYMNS.  29* 

How  oft  I've  trod  the  ways  of  fin, 
And  thy   biefi  (pirit  griev'd. 

5  Ungrateful  mortal  I  have  been, 

From  fuch  a  friend  to  rove  T 
Yet  he  reclaims  my  foul  again. 

And  cheers  me  with  his  love. 

HYMN  LXXX.     Short    Mttrt>- 

The  travels  of  a  doubting  chrijlia7i9- 

i^ /C  THEM  Jefus  fmiles  on  me, 
V  V        My  foul  is  on  the  wings,: 

1  feel  myfelf  from  bondage  free, 

My  heart  awakes  and  fings. 

2  Then  ftand-s  my  mountain  ftrong. 
And  I  pre  fume  to  hy 

My  hope  is  fure,  my  foul  doth  long: 
To  wing  herfelf  away.. 

3,  But  foon  my  doubts  return, 

And  fears  come  on  again, 
And  when  thofe  happy  hours  are  gone3 

I- fear  my  joys- were  vain, 

4  Then  I  indulge  my  fear. 
And  nourifh  unbelief, 

Until  ten  thoufand  clouds  appear, 
And  load  my  foul  with  grief. 

5  The  devil  he  perfuades 
My  fears  are  humble  iighs, 

And  it  is  bed  to  walk  in  (hades,. 
Left. my  preemption  rife,- 


=9*       '  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.'R 

6  And  when  I  get  a  glimpfe 
Of  cheering  light  divine, 

He  doth  my  rifing  joys  eclipfe^ 
Saying  is  it  not  mine. 

7  Thus  when  I  might  rejoice 
Thofe  flavilh  doubts  appear, 

Saying  'twas  not  my  Saviour's  voice^ 
And  fo  I  hug  my  fear. 

8  Then  iiorms  of  forrow  roll 
Through  all  my  troubled  breafl  ; 

Thus  I  torment  my  wounded  foul, 
And  thus  deny  my  Chrift. 

9  Forgive  me  Lord  I  pray, 
And  take  me  near  to  thee  ; 

Drive  Satan  and  his  fchemes  awav, 
And  fet  the  mourner  free. 

HYMN  LXXXI.     Long  Metre. 

The  chriflian  feeling  his  defer  ti  on  from  God, 

j/~\NCE  I  enjoy'd  the  Saviours  love, 

\Jr      And  thought  I  felt  his  grace   divine 
My  loul  convers'd  with  joys   above, 
And  cali'd  the  bieffed  Jefus  mine. 

2  But  Coon,  ah  !    foon  I  turn'*!  aGde, 
And  often  with  the  finners  trod  ; 

Which  caus'd  the  wicked  to  deride 

The  precious  name  of  Chrift  my    God  ; 

3  The  blinded  world  beheld  my  fin, 
And  Icoff'd  at  the  Redeemer's  name> 


B.  IV.  II  Y  M  N  S.  29s 

Behold,  fay  they,  He's  turn'd  again, 
And  thus  I  crucify 'd  the  Lamb, 

4  A  dagger  piercing  thro'  my  foui, 
And  I  with  trembling  fears  opprefs'd 

Ten  thoufand  (harp  reflections  roll 

Like  floods  through  all  my  wounded  bread. 

5  Forgive  me  O  thou  bleiTed  Lamb, 
That  I  fo  far  from  thee  defert, 

And  let  thine  arm  of  love   reclaim, 
My  wand'ring  and  deceitful  heart. 

6  Dwell  in  my  foul  O  God    I  pray. 
And  let  up  rival  enter  there  ; 

•Give  me  the  fmiles  of  heav'nly  day, 
And   let  me  yet  thy  goodnefs  (hare* 

*■    O  let  my  ways  no  more  defame 
The  gofpei  which  I  have  poffefs'd  } 

But  let  me  live  to  praife  thy  name, 
Until  1  reach  eternal  reft. 

HYMN  LXXXII,     Common  Metre. 

Defiring  to  be  wholly  for  God. 

ijf~\   THOU  that  bought  me  with  thy   bIood3 

V/       And  wafli'd  my  guilt  away, 
Let  me  enjoy  fo  much  of  God, 
That  I  may  never  ft  ray. 

2    Let  Jefus  all  my  life  controul, 

To  bid  faife  loves  adieu  ; 
IjQt  him   alone  polfefs  my  foul. 

And  ev'ry   foe  fubdue. 


2$  4  '      H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  IV. 

3   Now  and  forever  I'll  be  thine, 

And  thou  my  only  joy, 
And  foon  I'll  red  in  realms  divine, 

Where  nothing  can  annoy. 

HYMN  LXXXIII.     Long   Metre. 
De firing  to  walk,   daily  with  Chrijl. 
i/^OME  Prince  of  Peace  my  foes  deftroy  ; 
\*^>   And  fill   my  heart  with  facred  joy  ; 
Soon  as  I  feel  thy  dying  love, 
It  makes  my  greatefl  trials  move. 

2  There's  none  but  the«  can  make  mel-Ieftj 
In  thee  my  foul  would  live  and  reft  ; 
2$ut  O  I  fear  this  treach'rous  heart 
Will  often  caufe  me  tocefert. 

3  O  could  I  with  my  Jefus  walk, 
With  Jefus  live,  with  "Jefus  talk, 
And  ev'ry  hour  my  Jefus  fee, 
A  happy  mortal  I  fhould  be. 

4  Then  by  his  grace  where  e'er  I  wen?. 
My  life  and  days  fhould  all  be  fpent 
Unbounded  goodnefs  to  proclaim, 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lamb. 

•HYMN  LXXXIV.     .Long  Metre, 

Groaning  for  liberty  from  joes  within., 
3/^V    HOW  I  feel  thefe  foes   within! 

\^    This  darknefs,  thefe  remains  of  fin, 
They  haunt  my  foul  where'er  I  go, 
And  make  me  wad?  through  fee  net  of  woaf 


B.IV,  K  Y  M  K  £, 

2  O  Jefus  rife  and  fet  me  free, 
And  fight  the  battle  Lord  for  me. 
That  I  may  rove  no  more   from  God, 
Long  as  this  earth  is  my  abode. 

3  I'm.griev'd  to  think  how  much  I  rove 
From  thee  my  father,  life,  and  love, 
And  fince  thy  grace  fo  much  I've  knows* 
O  let  me  live  to  thee  alone. 

4  Why  fhould  I  wane  my  hours  in  vain. 
And  load  myfeif  with  guilt  and  pain  ? 

If  Jefus  is  a  friend  to  me 
Why  may  I  not  with  Jefus  be  ? 

5  Since  he  is  all,  O  let  me  know 
No  other  love  while  here  below  ; 
Then  let  me  climb  Jo  realms  above, 
■Where  I  fhall  folace  in  his  love. 

HYMN  LXXXV,     -Long  Metre, 
Between  hope  and  fear. 

3'JCVHEW  me  G  God,  how  itands  the  cafe 
*l*3      Between  the  Saviour  and  my    heart 
If  I  had  known  thy  faving  grace. 
How  could  my  foul  fo  far  defert  ? 

2   'Tis  true  I  once  thought  I  believ'd,    j 
And  had  a  crumb  of  living  bread  ; 

But  if  my    foul  was  net    deceiv'd, 
Why  is  my  hopes  and  comforts  fled  ? 

„g  If  Jefus  had  redeem'd  my  foul, 
And  I  had  known  that  he  was  nnnej 
B  b 


B$4  H  Y  M  N  $t  E.  IV 

How  could  this  world  fo  foon  have  ilolc 
My  heart  away  from  joys  divine  ? 

4  I've  feer)  (he  time  I  did  rejoice, 
And  ihought  I  felt. a  heav'nly    flame  j 

But  if  that  was  the  Saviour's  voice, 
Kow  couli  I  get  this  il-upid  frame  ?    , 

5  If  I  have  the  Redeemer  known, 

0  may  the  truth  now  fet  me  free, 
And  if -he  is  my  help  alone 

1  cannot  reft  till  him  I  fee. 

HYMN   LXXXVI.    Common  Mare, 

On  unbelief, 
ij  TMNUMBER'D  fruls  by  unbelief, 

\,J       Have  funk  themfeives  in  he!!, 
And  faints  by  it  endure  more  grief 

Than  mortal  tongue  can  tell. 

2   When  to  my  'door  the  Savioar's  come_, 

And  oilers  rne  his" love. 
This  «nbe lief  won't  give  him  room, 

X'  c  r  fu  fi  e  r  m  e  t  o  mo  v  e . 

Lord  break  thefe  bars  anJ  fet  me  free: 
FrO'T»  ihefe  tormenting  chains, 
Then  (hall  my  foul  my  Jefus  fee, 
And  lofe  my  guilt  and  -pains. 
HYMN  LXXXV1I.    :  Common  Metre. 

On  death. 

ons  death  has  made, 


iT /I  THAT  devaluation; 
VV        By  his  refiili, f: 


B.IV.  K"Y  M  N  &  2$j 

Whole  bnds  in  defolaticn's  laid., 
And  fiili  his  jaws  devour. 

1  Proud  mortals' may   in  vain  contend. 
With  his  all-conq'ring  rage  ; 

And  thus  he  rides  till  time  fhali  end,  k 

Through  all  this  mortal-  fiage. 

3  Great  is  his  fway,  and  great  his  rage., 
O'er  all  the  fea  and  land  j 

The  infant  and  declining  age 
Are  crum'd  beneath  his  hand/ 

4  Yet  bleffed  bev  eternal  love, 
There's  life  beyond  his  pow'r  ! 

And  v.*e  may  hide  our  fouls  above, 
Where  he  cannot  devour. 

5  Secure    our  fouls  O  hletTed  King3 
In  everiafiing  peace  ; 

That  we  the  Victor's  fong  -may 'fing, 
When  this  poor  life  (hall  ceafe8 

HY'Mft  LXXXVIII.'     Common  'Metre. 

The  ckrifiian  mourning  the  alfoicc  of  his  kdjvcd, 

i  T  TOW  dark  and  gloomy  is  the  t;ight, 

JLjL-'     When  I  in  dar-knefs-  mourn  ! 
X  gncve  without  my  chief  delight. 
Until  hrs  iove  return, 

2  I  wander  like  fome  mourning  one, 
Forfaken  of  his  friend  ; 

And  nothing  but  my  friend  alone1, 
Can  make  my  farrows  end. 


iga  H  Y  iVI  N  S.  if.  i  •  . 

3  Some  tirnej  I  think  my  friend  is  nigh, 
And  then  my  fears  are  gone  ; 

But  ah  !    how  foon  he  paflesby, 
And  all  ray  doubts  return. 

4  O  coulo  I  meet  my  friend  again, 
I'd  tell  him  all  my  woe, 

Nor  would  he  leave  my  foul  in  pain 
A  prey  to  ev'y  foe. 

•;..   Hafte  happy  moment  when  he'll  come 

To  give  my  foul  relief, 
And  call  me  to  my  happy    home 
From  a'l  ihefe  feas  of  grief. 

HYMN  LXXXIX.     Long  Metre, 
Thefame. 

1  A    MON'G   ten  thoufand  hateful  foes 
Jr\.   My  doubting  foul  finds  no  repofe, 

Wand'ring  and  mourning,  wild  I  rove 
In  fearch  but  cannot  find  my   love. 

2  Dark  and  di  fire  fling  is  the  night, 
The  morning  brings  my    foul   no  light  ; 
The  fun  that  lights  the  world  fo  well 
Does  not  my  gloomy  (hades  expel. 

3  My  food's  unpleafant  to  my  tafte^ 
My  couch  affords  my  foul  no  reft, 
Nor  c?n  my  wounded  heart  rejoice 
Until  1  hear  my  Saviour's  voice. 

4  My  nearefl  friends  no  comforts  prove 
Wuh  all  their  ftrongeft  ties  of  love  ; 
But  one  fwcet  look  O  Lord  from  theej 

Sets  me  from  all  my  forrows  free, 


El'-IW  HYMNS,  299 

5  O  when  "wilt  thou  my  friend  appear, 
Thy  love  alone  cafb  out  my  fear  ; 
Lord  break  thefe  chains  of  unbelief,  - 
And  give  my  doubting  foul  relief. 

6  Thy  hand  ofiove,  O  God,  employ, 
And  tucn  thefe:  mourning  hours  to  joy. 
Once  more  let  me  behold  thy  face 
And  triumph  iri  redeeming  grace. 

HYMN  X€.  •  Common   Metre; 

The  chrijlianr  changing  frames. 
iQTRANGE  that  a  foul  that   ever  knew 

L3      The  blcfl  Redeemer's  love, 
Should  ever  earthly  joys  purfuej 
And  for  a  ftvadow  rove  ! 

£   Some  times  when  I  enjoy  his  love/ 

And  tafic  his  heavily  charms, 
1  think  I  never  more  (halt  rove 

From  my  Redeemer's  arms. 

3  But  ah  !   how  foon  fame  glitt'ring  toy; 
Strangely  allures  my  heart  ! 

1  leave  my  heav'n  my  only  joy, 
And  from  ray  Lord  defert. 

4  Then  wand'ring  in  a  wiidernefs, 
1  mourn  my  abfent  friend  ; 

Through  fcenes  of  dark nefs  and  diflrefsj5*- 
And  all  my  comforts  end. 

5..O  then  1  think  if  e'er I  fee 
My  hsav'nly  friend  again, 
B  b  2 


3oo  H  Y  U  N  S.  ft  IV. 

1  never  would  fo  vainly  flee 
From  him  for  toys  (o  vain,. 

6  I  promife  if  he  will  return, 
I  wouid  dcfert  no  more  ; 

But  when  he  does  I  foon  am  gone 
As  vainly  as  before. 

7  Good  Lord  forgive  my  follies  pany 
And  lead  me  by  thy  hand, 

And  bring  me  when  I  drop  my  duft 
Unto  the  heav'nly,  land. 

HYMN  XCI.     Long   Metre. 

The  backjlider. 

ifT\.  HOW  ungrateful  have  I  been 

V_X    Since  I  have  known  the   Saviour's  love3 
To  follow  earthly  charms   again, 
And  to  my  friend  a  traitor  prove. 

2  How  could  I  leave  that  heav'nly  friend 
Who  gave  his  precious  life  for  me  ! 

And  O  how  foon  my    pleafurcs  end 
When  from  his  bieffed  arms  I  flee. 

3  He  heai'd  my  wounds,  and  calra'd  my  fear^ 
And  fed  me  with  redeeming  grace  ; 

And  did  rny  .aVooping  fpirit  cheer, 
Yet  I  forfook  his   fmiljng  face. 

4   Unhappy  day  I   left  my  Cod, 

In  ^ueft  of  earth's  alluring  toys, 
Set's  We^  ^  blind*  ungodly  trod 

a  norig  their    beiftly  joys. 


B.  IV.  H  Y  M  N  S.  3©!. 

5  Forgive  my  fins  O  God  of  grace, 

And  let  me  rove  from  thee  no  more  ; 
O  let  me  fee  (hy  fmiling  face 
Until  I  reach  th'  immortal  more. 

HYMN  XCII.     Common    Metre. 
During  to  walk  with  end  enjoy  Chrijl* 
l/\  THAT  my  foul  might  always  be 

\+*&     Kept  near  my  Saviour's  feet  j 
His  love  engage  my  heart  to  See 
From  earth's  amufing  cheat  ; 

2  O  might  I  feaft  on  food  divine^ 
And  love  infpire  my  heart 

To  have  no  will,  O £od  but  thine3 
Nor  from  thy  ways  defert. 

3  Kow  can  J  bear  fp  far  to  rove 
From  thee  as  J  have  done  J 

How  can  I  bear  to  lofe  thy  love. 
And  grieve,  without  the  fun  ! 

4  O. keep  me,  keep  me,  blefTed  God* 

Within  thy  heavenly  arms, 

And  let  me  never  rove  abroad; 

In  quell  of  earthly  charms, 

5  Thy  love,  O  God,  is  all  in  all  5 
O  let  my  foul  receive 

The  crumbs  that  from  thy  table  iall3 
And  all  my  wants  relieve. 

6  Methinksj  G  God*  lis  all  I. want 
To  live  upon  thy  word  ; 

With  warm  defires  my. foul  doth  pant. 
For  to  enjoy  my  God. 


HYMN  XCIII.    Long   Metre. 
The  mourning  fjul panting  after  Chrijl, 

1  Q  \Y  blefTed  God  where  (hill  I  go 
k~J    To  feel  thy  love  and  find  relief, 

lroni  long  and  tedious  nights  of  svoe, 
Ffoii  darknefs,  guilt  and  unbelief! 

2  If  I  O  God.  am  born  to  thee, 

1  hen  let  me  live  upon  thy  grace  ; 
Where  e'er  I  go  O  let  me  be' 

Blefl  vvi:h  the  failings  of  thy  face* 

3  But  vet,  O  Gbd,  too  oft  I  rove 
For  but  fome  poor  deceitful  charm, 

Then  lofe  the  relith  of  thy  Jove, 
And  wallow  in  a  ftupid  frame, 

4  And  muft  I  fiifl  a  mourner  go 
So  much  bewilder'd  in  diftrefs? 

When  (hall  I  feel,  when  (hall  I  know  -*■ 
Jefus  the  Lord  my  righteoufnefs  ? 

5  Lord  {Wit  my  troubles  ever  end  ? 
When  {hall  I  f^e  the  happy  day  • 

When  (hou  wilt  be'my  only  friend, 
And  v;ipe  t,hcfe  tears  of  grief  awap.  - 
HYMN  •  XCIY.     Common  Metre. 
On  exile.  . 
2  TjJWR  fro  rrr-my  fat  he  i's  houfe  I  rove  ; 
jj       In  exile  paths  I  tread  ; 

1  ar  from  my  JeGis  and  my  Ioye, 

In  regions  of  the  dead. 

2  O  where's  that  friend  I  once  enjoy'd, 
Whofc  love  oft  cheer'd  my  hea»t  P 


B.1V.  .      JTY  M'N  S.  gftj 

Why  are  my  comforts  all  deftroy'd  ? 
Why  did  my  Lord  defert  ? 

3  Or  was  It  I  that  left  my  God  ? 
How  could  I  leave  him   fo  ? 

O  wretch  to  "v/cnder  thus  abroad 
And  plunge  myfelf  in  woe  ! 

4  My  hufoand  he  is  frill  the  fame, 
And  bears  me  on  his  heart, 

Nor  wilt  he  ever  fofe  my  name, 
Alt'ho'  I  thus  defert. 

5  But  O  I  frill  in  exile  rove  ! 
Nor  can  I  happy  be 

Until  I  daettjoy  my  love  ; 
My ;  friend  when  (hail  I  fee  ? 

6  O  mull  I  wade  in  forrow  ftill  ! 
My,  God  what  {hall    I  do  ? 

Ogive  my  foul  but  one  iweet  fmile, 
And  my  loft  joys  renew, 

f  Sometimes  I  think  my  Jefus  nigh, 

O  how  it  lifts  my  heart  ! 
But  ah  !    too  foon  he  paffes  by, 

My  rifing  joys  depart, 

3  O  come,  my  diftant  hufoand  come, 

Norlet  thy  love  delay  ; 
O  bring  ihe  mourning-  wand'rer  home 
And  wipe  my  tears  aw*ay. 

HYMN  XCV.     Common  Metre, 
The  fame. 
*  gyk   GOD  my  broken  groans  attend, 
\*r      And  come  for  my  relief; 


So4        ;,     HYMNS.       N        b/ivv 

Make  known  thyfelf  to  me  my  friend,- 
And  banifn   all  my  grief. 

2  Loaden'd  with  death  I  mourning  go, 
And  pride  within  me  reigis  ; 

Bound  down  with  darknefs  guilt  and  woe^  - 
With  unbelief  the  chains. 

3  Sometimes  X-'-ve  thought  I  found  relief 
From  my  diftrefs  and  pain  ; 

My  foul  enjoy 'd -a  heav'nly  peace, 
My  hopes  reviv'd  again. 

4  But  ah  !  too  fooh  xv.j  doubts  return, 
And  clouds  begin  to  rife  ; 

My  glimm'ring  fparks  of  joy  are  gcr.e, 
And  all  my  comforts  dies  ; 

5  My  foul  then  in  a  reftiefs  frame  t 
Cries  out  I've  been  deceived, 

I  fear  I  never  knew  the  Lamb,  . 
Korfdvin^ly  bdw/d. 

6  Thus  vex'd  with  darknefs,  doubts  and  feari^ 

In   exile  paths  I  rove  \ 
God  knows  I  find  no  pleafure  here, 
Yet  don't  enjoy  his  love. 

HYMNXCVI.     Common  Metre. 

The /ami. 

£^2TpW  long  and  tedious  is  the  night 

jbJL'     When  abfenl  from  my  love  ! 
Wnen  I  enjoy  no  heav'nly  ligh; 
Howdifmal  my  jabbdc  !  ■ 


3/ IV.    .  H  Y  M  N  S.  ^05 

2  Not  earth  with,  all  her  richeft  joys 
Can  fatisfy  my   mind  ; 

■All  creature  comforts  sre. but  toys 
Till  I  my  Jefus  find. 

3  O.when  dear  Saviour  Siall   I  fee 
Thy  bleffed  face  again  ? 

Nothing  but  thee,  nothing  but  thee 
O  Odd  can  eafe.my  .pain. 

4  O  let  me  know  that  thou  art-mine^ 
Then  -with  a  cheerful  voice 

1  will  proclaim  that  I  am  thine, 

And  all  ray  foul  rejoice. 

HYMN   XCVII.     Common  Metre. 
Defirirrg  a  kumble  feat  at  the  feet  of  Chrifi, 
>-^\    GOD  inflame  my  foul  with  love, 

\^P       To  thine   adored  name  % 
Give  me  the  nature  cf  thedove, 
And  meeknefs  of-the  Lamb. 

2  O  God,  among  the  humble  throng. 
My  panting  foul  would  be  ; 

My  love  fhoold  be  my  only  fong, 
And  I  would  walk  with  thee. 

3  This  earth  with  all  her  charming  fweet 
Is  but  an  empty  toy  ! 

But  O  one  moment  at  thy  feet 
Is  mod,  fubftantial  joy! 

4  There  let  me  have  my  long  abode ? 
And  feel  thv,  heaven!/  flame  ; 

.Then  will  I-  boaft  of  Chrift  my  Gdd3 
And  laud  his  preckws-  name, 


80S  II  Y  M  N  -S.  B.IV 

5   O  bleffed,  blefTed  Jefus  fay, 
And  foall  my  portion  be 
iln  realms  of  everlafting  day, 
Wrap'd  up  in  love  with  thee. 

HYMN   XCVIII.     Short  Metre. 
The  chriflian  in  dijlrefs  by  leaving  Ct.rif:^ 
3/j^\XCE  did  my  foul  rejoice, 

\^f      And  knew  the-Lord  was  mine  ; 
With  joy  I  heard  his  charming  voice} 
Say  "/inner  I  cm  thine." 

2.   But  ah  !  when  once  I  turn'd 

From  my  Redeemer's  face, 
My  foul  in  a  wild  defert  mcurn'dj 

Without  his  cheering  grace. 

3  O  what  a  fool  was  I 

To  leave  my  .only  friend  ! 

When  I  defert  my  comforts  dic5 

And  ail  my  pleafurcs  end. 

4  Thus  mourning  in   diftrefs, 
1  foend  mv  weary  days, 

Wading  without  one. moment's  reft3 
In  folitary  ways. 

5  O  come  my  heav'nly  friend, 
And  make  thefe  bars  remove  ; 

My  fiorms  of  grief  will  never  end. 
Til!  I  enjoy  thy  love. 

6  Then  will  I  fit  and  f:ng 
The  wonders  of  thy  love, 

Till  I  mould  ftrike  th'  immortal  firing, 
In  the  Llefl  realms  above, 


B.  IV.  HYMNS.  307 

HYMN     XCIX.     Common  Metre. 
Defiring  nothing  but  Chrijl, 
ijT*\  GIVE  me  nothing  but  that  Lamb 

\^P      That  bled  and  died  for  me  *, 
His  name  fhall  be  my  conftant  theme, 
And  he  my  portion  be. 

2  Had  I  ten  thoufand  lives  to  give, 
I'd  give  them  all  away, 

That  I  might  with  my  Jefus  live, 
In  one  eternal  day. 

3  He  ..dies  for  fouls  as  vile  as  me, 
Then  I  may  {hare  his  grace  ; 

1  muft  with  this  dear  Jefus  be 

Among  the  heav'n-born  race. 

4  Appear  my  blefied  friend  appear^ 
And  (hew  thyfelf  to  me  ; 

O  let  me  find  thy  prefence  near, 
And  live  alone  to  thee. 

5  O  let  me  have  ray  humble  place, 
Where  I  may  praife  thy  name  ; 

There  let  me  reign  through  boundlefs  grace, 
In  everlailing   fame, 

H  Y  M  N     C.     Common  Metre. 
The  pilgrim 'sfong, 
l^WTOW   pilgrims  let  us  go   in  peace, 

i^|       While  through  this  world  we  rove  3 
'Tiii  ail  thefe  parting  moments  ceafe, 
And  we  mail  meet  above. 

2  Tho'  trials  here  our  fouls  anncy* 

And  foe*  befet  the  road,  C  3 


3o8  HYMNS.  B.  IV- 

We're  haft'ning  to  eternal  joy, 
Where  we  (hall  reft  with  God. 

3  Let  us  rejoice  in  God  our  King, 
While  pilgrims  here  we  rove, 

And  join  with  heart  and  voice  to  ling, 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

4  Soon  we  (hall  reach  the  heav'nly  lands, 
And  tread  the  peaceful  fhore  ; 

And  we  unite  the  glorious  band, 
Cur  jefus  to  adore. 

5  O  the  tranfporting  fcenes  of  blifs, 
Our  fouls  (hall  then  injoy  I 

For  if  we  be  where  Jefus  is, 
There's  nothing  can  annoy. 


END    OF    THE     FOURTH    BOOK, 


HYMNS, 

AND 

SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 
BOOK      V. 

Confuting  ckiejly  of  infinite  wonders,   tranfpcrt 
ing  views  and  chrijlian  triumphs. 

HYMN  I.     Long  Metre. 

The  ckrijlian's  wander  and  joy. 

lTT  "ML  ye  dark  tenants  of  the  earth, 

JL  JL   Hear  the  glad  news  thy  Saviour's  birth 
Jehovah  breaks  thy  (hades  of  night, 
Brings  immortality  to  light, 

2  A  God  defcends,  becomes  a  mm, 
My  Cod  an  infant  of  a  fpan  ! 
What,  the  Eternal  bear  tny  woe  ! 
My  foul  !   and  can  he  fioop  fo  low  ? 

3  Steal  pleafing  fcene  into  my  heart, 
And  ravifli  ev'ry  pow'r  of  thought  J 
O  let  me  leave  created  good, 

And  nothing  know  but  Chrift  my  God. 

4  O  bear  my  panting  foul  away 
To   realms  of  everlafting  day, 
There,  there  with  rapture  (hall  I  gaze 
On  God  in  his  meridian  blaze. 


3«o  HYMN  S,  B.  Va 

5   Good  God  and  are  fuch  glories  mine  ; 
Yes,  Lord  I  feel  the  life  divine, 
But  would  enjoy  the  perfect  fcene 
Without  one  patting  fliade  between. 

HYiMN  II.     Particular  Metre. 

The  chrijlian's  triumph  over  death. 
1  y^  /FOUNT  my  foul  on  wings  triumphant, 

JLVA     Jefus  bids  thee  dauntlefs  rife  'r 
One  fweet  ray  of  life  immortal 
Conquers  death  aod  never  dies  : 

0  my  Jefus,  O  my  Jefus, 
Bear  my  foul  above  the  Qx.'\es> 

a   Let  me  feel  the  pleafing  rapture, 
Riling  in  immortal  birth  : 

1  Ehall  have  no  grave  to  enter, 

Never  feel  expiring  breath  ; 
Life  eternal,    life  eternal, 

Swallows  up  the  grave  and  death, 

3  Fear  and  grief,  an  empty  flory, 
"While  1  feel  that  Jefus  reigns  ; 

Raptures  of  immortal  g-ory, 

Lofes  ail  the  fenfe  of  pains  ; 
Draw  the  curtain,  draw  the   curtain, 

Let  me  tread  the  blifsful  plains. 

4  While  in  time  my  foul  doth  entery 
Realms  of  evcrlafting  day  ; 

Thus  to  God,  my  life  I'd  centre 

Till  my  foul  was  dole  away  ; 
Live  forever,  live  forever, 

In  my  foul,  O  God  my  flay. 


B.V.  K  Y  M  N  S.  8U 

5  O  pleaHng  fcene  !  I  can  but  wouder, 

While  I  on  Jehovah  gaze  ; 
And  I,  O  thought  !    partake  the  fplendor 

Of  his  moft  meridian  blaze  ; 
Loft  hi  glory,  iofl  in  glory, 

forever  join  angelic  lays. 

HYMN  III.     Long  Metre, 

A  look  zoithin  the  veil  jinks  created  good. 
l^TT^&LL   me  no  more  of  earthly  friends, 

JL  Their  comforts  fail,  their  frienclfhip  ends ; 
And  fink  ye  vain  created  joys 
I've  weigh'd  and  found  you  empty  toys, 

2  But  in  the  Lord  I've  life  divine  j 
Where  glories  in  meridian  mine  j 
Love  is  his  nature  and  his  name 

A  friend  of  everiafiing  fame. 

3  Tho'  florins  arife  and  foes  invade,  | 
I  am  fecure  beneath  his  aid  : 

Id  death  itfeif  I  fet  and   fing, 

Ah  grave  and  death  where  is   thy  fling  ? 

4  My  conq'ring  king  bears  me  away 
To  realms  of  everlafting  day  ; 
There  is  my  life  and  'here  my  home, 
Where  fin  and  death  can  never  come> 

5  I  leel,  O  God  my  portion  there, 
My  foul  doth  now  with  angeis  (hare  j 
But  would  like  them  be  wholly  free 
From  sv'ry  iover  Lord  but  thee, 

G    C     2 


C,13  HYMNS.  B.  V. 

HYMN  IV.     long  Metre. 

God  and  the  converted  foul  infeparably  one, 

j  j^T OT  crowns,  nor  worids,  O  God,  I  crave, 

.i/ll    But  thee  I  want,  and  ihee  muft  have  j 
One  with  thyfelf  O  let  me  be. 
Forever  ravilh'd  Lord  with  thee. 

2  Bat  dare  I  lift  a  thought  fo  high 
To  the  great  God  prefume  fo  nigh  ? 
Ah  !    fuch  the  nature  of  my  God 
Tis  his  delight  to  do  me  good. 

3  He  loves  to  give  the  weary  reft, 
And  make  the  worft  of  finners  blefy 
From  the  detefted  jaws  of  hell 
JBnngs  all  that  wifh  with  him  to  dwell* 

4  O  what  a  pleafing  thought  is  this, 
Rebels  enjoy  confummate  blifs  ! 
And  th  s  rs  mine  ;  O  let  me  rife 
Where  perfeel  pleafure  never  dies. 

5  Let  earth  and  hell  with  rage  confpire 
To  quench  this  fpark  of  heav'nly  fire  ; 
It  conquers  ali  nor  feels  the  pains, 

Ii  lives  w!  ie  the  Jehovah  reigns. 

HYMN  V.   .Long  Metre. 
The  only  kappy. 
j  4^1    HAPPY  fouls  alive  to  God  ' 

\J      Who  walk  the  path  that  Jefus  (rod  ! 
Thorflorms  of  foes  befet  their  way, 
They're  fafe,  for  Jefus  is  their  {lay. 

£    Let  crowns  revolve  and  kingdoms  ceafe 
They  £1  ill  enjoy  their  realms  of  peace  ; 


B.  V,  H  Y  M  M  S.  $t* 

And  when  thefe  worlds  fball  ceafe  to  move 
They  but  awake  in  perfect  love. 

3  O  what  a  glorious  prize  have  they  ; 
Their  home  in  everlafting  day  ; 
Their  God  to  them,  himfelf  hath  giv'nr 
The  fource  of  all  the  joys  in  heav'n. 

4  Mount  then  ye  heirs  of  perfect  bhfs, 
Love  not  fo  mean  a  world  as  this, 
And  bid  falfe  lovers  all  adieu, 

For  God  hath  give  himfelf  to  you. 

HYMN  VI.     Long  Metre. 
The  chrijlian  in  triumph. 
i    A    WAKE  my  heart  rejoice  and  fingr 
JTjL  God  is  thy  Saviour  and  thy  king  f 
Soar  to  the  peaceful  realms  above, 
And  view  the  boundlefs  fea  of  love. 

2  There  is  thy  portion,  there  thy  home? 
And  Jefus  bids  the  cheerful  come  ; 
Defy  thy  foes,  furmount  thy  fears, 

For  heav'n's  immortal  day  appears. 

3  Well  let  the  curtain  draw  away 
And  open  everlafting  day  ; 

There  Jefus  doth  in  grandeur  fiiine? 
And  O  !    I  feel  that  he.  is  mine. 

4  Good  Lord,  and  are  thofe  joys  for  me  ? 
And  am  I,  am  I  one  with  thee  ? 

Yea  Lord  I  tafte   the  living  wine, 
And  hear  thee  whifper,  thou  art  mine. 

5  O  tell  eternal  ages  tell, 

What  wonders  doth  in  Jefus  dwell  ; 


3*4  HYMN  S.  B.  V, 

1  feel  and  foon  {hall  foar  away. 
To  realms  of  everlafting  day. 

HYMN  VII.     lcr>g  Metre. 

The  /oaring  mind. 

iT^^-EAK  facred  morn  with  beams  of  iighr? 

JL3    And  from  my  foul  expel  the  night, 
And  fweedy  deal  my  heart  away 
With  raptures  of  immortal  day. 

2  I  feel   a  mind  that  fain  would  foar 
Tzr.  far  beyond  this  mortal  {hore, 
Nor  earth,  nor  hell  {hall  e'er  confine, 
"While  I  am  bleft  with  wings  divine. 

3  Come  then,  O  thou  immortal  dove. 
And  bear  me  to  the  realms  above, 
There  I  might  foar  and  ilill  find  room, 
And  make  the  fea  of  love  my  home. 

4  There  (hall  I  find  my  joys  complete, 
Thefe  little  worlds  beneath  my  feet, 
While  thought  remains  I  ilill  fiiall  be, 
Loft  in  my  God  that  boundlefs  fea. 

HYMN   VIII.     Common  Metre. 
Death  unjiung, 
iTV    /J*Y  foul  furmounts  the  rage  of  death, 

JlVA      And  triumphs  o'er  the  grave  ; 
Wrapi  up  in  life  I  lofc  my  breath, 
While  God  a  friend  I  have. 

2    Immortal  joys  began  below, 

In  Jefos  I  enjoy, 
Manfions  of  life  my  foul  doih  knov:, 

Where  deaih  cannot  annoy. 


B.  V.  HYMN  S.  31$ 

g  O  could  I  ufc  ten  fhoufand  tongues, 

Inflam'd  with  love  divine, 
With  joy  I'd  raife  ten  thoufand  fcngs, 

To  praife  this  Chrift  of  mine. 

4  He's  got  my  life,  he's  got  my  heart, 
And  gives  himfelf  to  me, 

Kor  from  his  bofom  {hall  I  part, 
Where  he  is  I  mall  be. 

5  O  God  and  mail  I  with  thee  dwell, 
And  drink  of  joys  divine, 

Brought  from  the  jaws  of  death  and  hell, 
To  be  an  heir  of  chine. 

6  Let  heav'nly  armies   with  furprife, 
Stand  gazing  and  adore, 

To  hear  that  God  the  Saviour  dies, 
That  I  might  die  no  more. 

HYMN  IX.     Long  Metre. 
The  chrifiian  longing  to  get  home. 

1  jT\   COULD  I  mount  above  the  fkies, 
\*^r    And  foar  where  pleafure  never  diesj. 

I'd  (hare  with  all  the  hofts  above, 
In  fcenes  and  fongs  of  facred  love„ 

2  In  realms  of  uncreated  day, 
With  all  my  forrows  wip'd  away, 
And  face  to  face  behold  that  God 
Who  wafii'd  me  here  in   his  own  blood, 

3  Say  heav'nly  father  ffiall  I  come, 
And  enter  now  my  happy  home, 
To  live  wuhin  that  peaceful  more, 
Where  X  cat}  lofe  aw  charms  no  more,, 


3i6  HYMNS.  B*V, 

6  Ah  !  fweet,  immortal  realms  of  peace, 
Where  hallelujahs  never  ceafe, 
And  Jefus  the  immortal  Dove, 
Fires  all  the  glorious  hofts  above. 

HYMN  X.     Short    Metre. 
Chrift's  kingdom  in  the  chriftian's  heart* 
%    A    LL  hail,  thou  Prince  of  Peate  ! 

jLjL     I  feel  thy  coming  nigh, 
Nor  ever  (hall  thy  kingdom  ceafe? 
Thy  fons  (hall  never  die. 

2  My  bofom  Lord  dived 
Or  every  pow'r  bat  thine, 

And  reign  forever  in  my  breaft 
A  kingdom  all  divine. 

3  ^  j°)'s  of  ancient  date  ! 
A  life  that   never  dies, 

And  I  poflefs  a  crown  fo  great, 
With  pleafure  and   furprife. 

HYMN  IX.      Common  Metre. 
To  the  travelling  chrijiians. 
iT>  EJOICE  ye  lovers'of  the  Lord, 

_£v.     Ana  bid  your  fears  adieu, 
Let  all  your  ways  his  grace  record-, 
While  Jefus    you  pursue. 

2  With  joy  you  left  the  flavifh  ground. 
And  faw  your  foes  deftroy'd, 

The  paths  of  life  your  fouls  have  found, 
And  heav'nly  peace  cnjoy'd. 

3  Go  on,  and  fing  your  journey  throughr 
for  Jefus  leads  your  band, 


S.  V.  HYMNS,  3vj 

Till  mortal  climes  you  bid  adieu. 
And  wake  at  his  right  hand. 

4  There  yo  u  fiiali  find  confummate  blifsj. 
And  ev'ry  dorm  blown  o'er, 

For  ye  (hall  be  where  Jefus  is, 

And  what  would  you  have  more  ? 

5  O  God  my  foul  would  join  the  band, 
While  I  this  defert  rove, 

And  with  them  in  thofe  manfions  land, 
In  everlafting  love. 

HYMN  XII.     Common  Metre. 
The  fame. 
lQlNG  cm  ye  pilgrims,  oound  toheav'fy 

k5     Jehovah  is  your  friend, 
Immortal  crowns  to  you  are  giv'n, 
And  foon  your  forrows  end. 

2  On  earth  you've  tafted  joys  divine, 
And  fjund  immortal  love, 

And  foon  (hall  in  full  glory  {hine 
Among  the  faints  above. 

3  There  far  from  all  the  (hades  of  night 
Your  raprur'd  fouls  fiiali  foar, 

Balking  in  everlafting  light, 
While  Jefus  you  adore. 

4  All  hallelujahs  to -the  Lamb, 
Who  lives  forever  blefl, 

Wholov'd  and  call'd  bis  children  home 
To  everlafting  reft    ! 

5  "  Amen  !   amen  !"  the  angels  fing  \ 
"  Amen  J"  the  faints  reply  ; 


■3t«  H  Y  M  N  S.  B. 

"  Amen  !  all  glory   to  the  King/' 
Let  praifes  never  die. 

HYMN   XIII.     Short  Metre, 
Defiring  no  life  nor  joys  but  Chrift* 
lV^\   JESUS  with  thy  charms 
~\*jr      Allure  my  heart  away., 
To  reft  within  thy  facred  arms 
In  peaceful  realms  of  day. 

2  Stir  up  the  pow'rs  within, 
Inflame  my  breaft  with  love  ; 

0  conquer  all  the  pow'rs  offin, 
And  bid  my  foes  remoye. 

3  Large  draughts  of  life  divine, 
I    would  enjoy  below  ; 

No  life,  no  joys,  no  love  but  thine, 

0  let  me  ever  know. 

HYMN     XIV.     Short  Metre, 
Heaven  on  earth, 
'LL  lift  my   foul  on  high, 

And  found  my  Saviour's  fame  J 
He's  all  I  want,  and  he  is  nigh, 

1  feel  his  facred  flame. 

2  Nor  can  I  happy  be 

But  when  I  fee  thy  face  ; 
For  Jefus  is  no  Chnft  to  me 
Uniefs  I  feel  his  grace. 

3  No  diftant  God  I  know, 
Or  future  heav'n  can  truft  ; 

1  want  my  heav'n  be<uin  below  ; 

I  want  a  prefent  Chrift. 


B.  V.  'HYMKS,  g:i$ 

4  Thou  art  the  fea  of  blifs, 
For  which  I  do  afpire  ; 

And  when  I  am  where  Jefus  is 
Tis  all  that  I  defire. 

5  O  Jefus  rule  my  heart  ; 
With  that  immortalflame  ; 

With  worlds  and  kingdoms  would  I  part. 
To  reign  with  Chrift  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  XV.      Long    Metre. 
Panting  for  the  pure  realms  of  immortality » 
l'/^\   LET  me  breathe  in  realms  divine9 
'\J    And  feel  angelic  glories  mine  ;' 
Where  feraphs  glow  I  fain  -would  be, 
From  death  and  thefe  dark  regions  fiee* 

2  Thou  father  of  immortal  day- 
Come  bear,  O  bear  ray  foul  away  ; 
There  would  I  with  pure  fpirits  glo^r, 
And  there  before  my  Jefus  bow. 

3  O  rapturous  fcenesl   think  how  they  foar 
While  they  their  great  I  AM  adore  ; 

-His  glories  in  meridian  blaze, 
Wh;le  they  with  wonder  love  and  gaze^, 

4  Could  I  furmount  thofe  (hades  of  nigbt9 

Soon  would  I  reach  thefe  climes  of  light  ; 

With  that  bright  hoft  Jehovah  view, 

And  fhare  in  all  their  "lories  too. 
o 

5  The  thought  aw-akes  my  lab'ring  heart, 
And  longs  with  all  thefe  worlds  to  part  > 
And  while  I  thirit  methinks  I  feel 

The  life,  and  pant  for  glory  -ft  ill,  D  cj 


jpb  H  Y  M  N  S.  £<  V/ 

RYMN  XVI.     SAor*  Metre. 
Heaven  not  promifed  but  pojfejfed. 
iT  F  God  fo  lov'd  our  race, 

JL      To  give  his  oniy  (on, 
Lord  let  me  feel  that  boundlefs  grace. 
And  know  the  gift  my  own. 

2  It's  not  a  keav'n  to  come 
My  foul  can  fatisfy  ; 

Nor  can  I>find  myfeif  at  hom4 
But  with, my  Jefus  nigh. 

3  O  God  thy  heavens   bow, 
Thefe  parting  walls  remove, 

Let  me  begin  my  glory  now, 
And  here  enjoy  thy  love. 

4  Shine  O  thou  morning  fiar. 
And  bring  celefi ial  day  ; 

Far  from  my  foe!,  O  Jefus,  f^r 
Expel  thefq   clouds  away. 

5  Scenes  of  immortal  joy 
Is  all  my  foils   defne  ; 

Sweet  raptures  ev'ry  pow'r  employ, 
And  join    fcraph;c  lire, 

HYMN   XVII.'    Short    Metre. 
Triumph  in  Gcd. 
i  "7k  yTOUXT  up  my  fou!  and  fing, 

IVX      That  love  that  bled  fo  free  ; 
O  love  that  caus'd  th*  immortal  King 
To  Meed  and  die  for  me  ! 

2    Lord  God  how  great  thy  love  ! 
Thy  felf  an  enfiga  hung, 


B.  V,  H'  Y  M'N  S=  3** 

To  call  us  to1  the  realms  above, 
And  fihall  it  be  unfung  ?' 

3  O  for  thy  facred  fire 

To  raife  immortal   drains  ! 
The  fons  of  God  fhould  ftrike  the  lire 
Of  the  celeftial  plains. 

4  My  ravifn'd  foul  would  foar 
To  manfions  fo  divine, 

And  fail  around  the  peaceful  flrofe. 
With  all  the  glories  mine. 

HYMN   XVIII.      Common  Metre. 

Invincible  arguments  of  the  reafonablsnefs'  and 
nscejjity  of- every  foul  knowing  of  God,  artd 
what  their  future  fate  zvillhe  now. 

1  A  .    GOD  omnipotent  I  own, 
J£~2>.      Eternal  things  allow  ; 

But  what  of  God  have  I  e'er  known  ? 
Or  how's  my  landing-  now  ? 

2  I  fay  that  Chrift  for  finners  died, 
And  that  a  tru  th  may  he  ; 

But  if  not  to  my  foul  apply 'd 
'Tis  not  a  truth -to  me. 

3  :I  fay  he  -gives  his  people  reft/ 

And  gives  ihem  life  divine  ; 

But  if  (bis  life  I  ne'er  poffefs, 

How  is  this  ble.fling  mine  ?' 

4  I  talk  of  everlafting.death, 
And  thoufands  in  defpair, 

And  do  not  know  but  the  next  breath, 
I- die  and  enter  there. 


£2|  Jrl     X     M    IN    b.  £. 

5   Saints  I  believe  with  God  will  dw©-Il 

In  everlafiing  blifs  ; 
But  is  it  mine  P    or  can  I  tell, 

That  I  am  Jure  of  this  ? 

J   Or  if  in  time  irs  all  unknown. 

Where  we  at  death  fhail  go, 
Then  I  may  the  next  breath  begone 

To  everlaihng  woe. 

7  How  then  can  earthly  charm-;  allure 
My  mind  whiie  here  I  dwell, 

.  hen  ev'ry  breath  I  am  not   Cure 
But  I'm  the  next  in  bell  ? 

8  Why  all  the  toil  for  faered  things, 
Or  revelations  giv'n. 

*  a  :  no  real  knowledge  brings, 
NTor  makes  us  fure  of  heav'n  ? 

C;    Some  point  me  here,  and  ethers  there? 

And  fome  fay  all  is  well  ; 
But  I  dare  truft  my  foul  no  more 

On  ail  they  do  or  tell. 

io   If  I  am  bound  to  blifs  or  woe, 

And  (land  for  trial  here, 
Then  for  myfelf  I  ought  to  know., 

Where  I  fhall  fcon  appear, 

l  l    If  none  hut  God  can  mercy  {hew, 

Xfor  give  me  life  divine, 
Then  from  this  God  I  ought  to  know, 

That  life  and  heav'n   is  mine, 
Sure  iafe.iflfat  firft  my  being  gave, 

Can  witness  who  he  is  ;. 


B.  V.  H  Y  M  N  S.  £s 

And  hs  that  dy'd  my  foul  to  fave, 
Can  tell  me  I  am  his* 

13  Then  let  it  be  G  God  impreft'd; 

From  thee  by  pow'rs  divine, 
On  all  my  foul  that  I  am  biefr, 

And  am  forever  thine 

HYMN  XIX.     Long  Metre.. 

Chriji  really  known  to  every  converted  foul, 
3/^ EASE,   ceafe,  ye  foes  of  God*  to  tell 

\^    "  No  knowledge  here  of  heav'n  or  AaV," 
God's  fpirit  here  is  freely  givJri 

And  faints  on  earth  are   fure  ofheav'nB 

2  We  know  faiih  John,  we  are  of  God, 
And  all  the  world  in  fin  doth  lie  ; 

Our  fouls  have  felt  th'  eternal  word, 
And  know  that  we  fhall  never  die. 

3  We  drink  from  heav'n  the  living  wine5 
While  wand'ring  here  below, 

Co-nverfe  with  God  on  themes  divine, 
Which  fmners  cannot  know. 

HYMN     XX.     Common  Metre,  . 
The  fame. 
i"TX  THAT  heav'nty  fcenes  on  eanh, 

VV       The  cbriftians  often  view, 
And  feel  thernfeives  of  heav'nly  binh3 

Which  fmners  never  knew  ; 
2   They  look  within  the  veil, 

And  fee  their  manfion  there  ; 
And  when  thefe  mortal  worlds  Qjalf  fail^ 
They  are  Jehovah's  care,  D   d    $ 


2    O  what  immortal  love, 

To  finking  fouls  is  giv'n  ! 
The  joy  of  all  the  realms  above, 
Fbrjefus  is  the  heav'n. 

HYMN   XXI.      Long  Metre. 
.     Rejoicing  in  ike  crofs  of  Chrifl. 
1  "\  /I""*'         -  embrace  the  Saviour's  c-rofs, 

JLYJL      And   count  all  other  gains  but  lofs  ; 
Through  loiles,  crones,  prrief:  and  pain, 
Yea  lofe  thy  life  and  count  it  ^ain. 

?.   To  fliare  thy  fu fP ring  Lord  I'm  blefr3 
And  count  it  more  thsn  earthly  reft, 
And  the  approaches  of  thy  name 
Far  more  than  earth's  exaiied  fame. 

3  And  O  rav  Crisis  are  but  fmali  ! 

1  or  Ofilt  rr,r  captain  bears  them  all  5  - 
His  pow'r  fubd  ues  my  greateft  foes, 
i  hus  I  ftffmounf  a  world  of  woes. 

4  I.crd  God  increafe  my  life  divine, 
I'd  know  710  osher  life  but  thine, 
AM  ea>'ihiy- glories  I'd  adieu, 

The  King  of  glory  Til  purfue. 

*  ~.    And  O  the  happy  hour  fhal!  come, 
When  all  the  pilgrims  reach  their  home  I 
*irid  I  with  the  blefl  band  fhall  rife 
To  fliare  the  everiaOing  prize. 

HYMN  XXII.     Common   Metre, 
Encouraged  to  follow  the  faints. 

U\  DAUNTED  O  my  foul  go  on 
To  the  fweet  realms  cf  love, 


3.V.  HY  M'NSv  32 1 

Believe  and  wear  a  glorious  crown,- 
With  all  the  hofts  above. 

2  Ten  thoufand  faints  hsve  landed  there,  • 
And  bid  their  fears  adieu  ; 

And  I  e'er  long  with  them  mall  fhare' 
And  be  as  happy  too* 

3  'Twas  ChriPi  who  freely  bore  them  home  ' 
Upon    the  wings,  of  love. 

And  the  fame  Chrift  I  feel  is  come 
And  draws  my  heart  above.  - 

4  The. Lord  would  gladly  have  me  join3 
And  with  them  freely  {hare, 

Ghrift  is    their  all,  and  he  is   mine, 
In  part  my  foul  is  there. 

HYMN -XXIII..    Long  Metre, 
The  pilgrims  on  their  way. 
;t"T7r7"£  pilgrims  Lord  implore  thy  hand  ' 

T'V"     To  iead  us  through  this  wretched  Ian; 
And  let  us  often  feel  thy  love, 
Till  we  {hall  reach  the  realms  above. 

2   We  need  thy  fpirit  here  below, 
Where  fiorms  from  the  dark  regions  bfb'Wf* 
O  let  us  fee  thy  fmiling  face, 
To  cheer  us  on  our  chriflian  race* 

%  We've  bid  the  world'and  all  adieu, 
And  hand  in  hand  will  thee  purfue  ; 
Infpire  each  heart  with  love  divine, 
To  tread  thofe  footneps  Lord  of  thine, 
4  We  feel  fome  times  a  gtimm'ring  ray 
Of  thy  bright  ftin;  immortal  day. ; 


3*6*  H  Y  M  N  St  B.  V?0 

Our  hearts  awake,  and  long  to  be 
In  the  meridian  blaze  with  thee. 

HYMN  XXIV..    Long   Metre. 

Panting  for  thefpirit  of  God  to   bear    the   mini 

azvay, 

1  T>  REATHE  on  my  heart  O  facred  Dove 
JL3   And  let  me  feel  immortal    love  ; 

Infpir'd  with  one  a!!-  onq'ring  ray, 
Would  bear  my  cheerful  foul  away. 

2  With  joy  I'd  ft  retch  life's  aftive  firings, 
To  mount  on  the  celeftial  wings, 
And  gladly  leave  thefe  difmal  coafts 
To  reach  and  join  the  heav'nly  hofts, 

3  O  peaceful  reaims  !    O  happy  home  ! 
Where  no  intruding  thought  fhall  come  *, 

0  let  me  enter  the  full  fcepie,  ', 
Without  a  cloud  to  intervene. 

H  YM-.N     XXV.  Short  Metre, , 
The  fame. 
l|    ORD   God  I  pant  for  thee, 
■L  j  ■    For  thou  art  all  my  joy  ; 

1  feel  my  chains  but  would  be  free, 
From  all  that  doth  annoy.  • 

2  All  earthly  joys  I've  loft, 
Nor  wifh  for  pleafures  here  ; 

I'm  like  the  reftlefs  billows  tolPd, 
j     Till  Jefus  dothappear. 

3  And  O  one  look  of  love, 
From  that  immortal  king, 

Caufes  my  greateft  fears  to  move, , 
u  My  head  toJe?p  and  fing  ! 


B.  V.  H  Y  M'N  S.  §* 

4  My  kingdom  is  begun  ; 
I  feel  the  heav'nly  reft  ; 

Jefus  my  Lord  the  field  has  won^ 
Tho*  but  in  part  poffefs'd, 

5  O  then  immortal  Dove, 
Lend  me  thv  rapid  wings, 

And  bear  my  reftlefs  fuul  above, 
To  veign  with  prieHs  and  king*-, 

6  There  where  my  Jefus  is, 
My  foul  afpires  to  be  ; 

lad;,  O  God,   no  other  biifs,  - 
But  ever  be  with  thee. 

HYMN  XXVI.     Long    Metre. 
The  chrijlian  longing  to  he  nearer  his  father, 
ill    /TY  father  mufl  I  longer  be, 
JlVjL  On  barren  climes  fo  far  from  thee,> 

1  feel  myfeif  a  ft  ranger  here, 

And  feek  my  home  but  am  not  near. 

2  If  I  am  thine  why  mould  I  rove, 
So  far  from  thee  my  only  love  ! 
Yea  Lord  I  truft  my  foul  is  thine, 
But  O  too  far  from  realms   divine. 

3  Lord  fpeak  and  bid  thefe  clouds  depart^. 
Stir  up  thy  kingdom  in  my  heart  ; 

And  ev'ry  hour  while  here  I  rove, 
Let  me  enjoy  eternal  love. 

4  Than  when  my  exit  Lord  is  nigh, 
I'll  take  my  flight  but  {hail  not  die  \ 
I  dy'd  to  fin  with  Chriil  before, 

In  him  I  live  and  die    no  more 


3*f  it  Y  M  N'  S:  tf.Vfc 

HYMN  XXVII.     Particular  Mitts, 

The  MeJJiah  is  come, 

l^'l-THE  prince  of  peace  is  come, 

JL       And  cloth'd  himfelf  in  clay  £ 
Whoever  finds  him  room. 
He'll  take  their  guiit  away, 
Yc  fouls   diftrefs'd 
In-him  believe. 
And  you  (hall  live 
Forever  bleft. 

2  This  is  the  flaughter'd    Lamb, 
Who  freely  fp ills  his  blood, 

To  bear  the  finner's  mame, 

And  bring  them  home  to  God  ; 
Unbounded  grace 
To  f.nners  giv'n, 
And  foon  in  heav'n 
Immortal   blifs. 

3  Sinners  receive  his  love, 
And  let  your  fouls  rejoice, 

A  crown  of  life?  above, 

For  all  thaf  hear  his   voice, 
O  flee  from  hell  ; 
Enjoy  his  love  ; 
In  realms  above 

Forever  dwell. 

I     1 

4  O  God  my  foul  diveft  ■ 
Of  ev'ry  pow'r  but  thine, 

Thy  iove  (hall  make  my  breaft 
A. kingdom  all  divine, 


B.V,  H  Y  M  N  S,  jg^| 

When  time  is  o'er 
O-let  me  be 
Wrap'd  up  in  thee 
Forevermore. 
HYMN  XXVIII.     Short  Metre, 
The  chrijlian  triumphing  in  Go.d0 
tif^  OD  is  my  only  friend, 
*-\^T      My  everlafting  flay  ; 
Firm  will_his  love. and  friendship  fland^ 
When' Tuns  and  "ftars  decay. 

2    Ah  what  a  friend  have  I, 
Through  all  this  vale  of  tears  ! 

o 

And  while  -he,  lives  I  cannot;die  ; 
In  death  my  life  appears. 

£   O  God  what   can  I  fay, 

Of  fuc-h  unbounded  love, 
And  (hall  I  live  an  eadlefs  day 

With  thee  in  realms  above0 

4  0:Jefus  all  is  well, 

Since  thou  art  really  mine, 
,1  (hall  with  thee, for  ever  dwell 

In  realms  of  life  divine. 

;HYMN  XXIX.    Long   Metre. 

TJitfane. 
.JESUS  fhalM  everdwell 
At  thy  bleli  feet  ?   then  all  i&wellj 
There  (hall  Lfind  my  realms  of  peace, 
Where  wars  and  death  for  ever  ceaie. 

■2   There  is  my  portion,  there  my  choice, 
To  fee  thy  face  and  hear  thy  voice, 


330  HYMNS.  B.  V, 

And  there  forever  would  I  fing 
Sweet  anthems  to  my  God  and  king. 

3  Pleas'd  with  my  feat  and  my  employ, 
increaGng  in  immortal  joy, 

'Til I  all  my  pow'rs  were  dole  away 
In  raptures  of  immortal  day. 

4  O  what  a  thought !    and  {hall  I  be 
With  God  to  all  eternity  ? 

Brought  from  the  jaws  of  death  and  hell 
To  perfect  blifs  with  God  to  dwell. 

HYMN   XXX.      Common  Metre. 
Boafiing  in  the  crofs  of  Chrifi. 
r^X  TELL,  folid  minds  your  earth  purfac 
:Y  V        And  court  your  empty  toys; 

1  bid  your  empty  fhades  adieu, 

And  boaft  of  folid  joys. 

2  Swelling  with  pride  ye  think  it  fhame 
To  bear  the  Saviour's  crofs  ; 

But  I  mud  glory  in  his  name, 
And  all  things  elfe. count  lofs. 

3  Ye  think  the  ways  of  God  too  mean3 
For  you  of  earthly  fame  ; 

But  I  adore  the    Nazarene, 
And  glory  in  his  name. 

4  And  when  the  glorious  morn  (hall  rife. 
Your  glory  finks  to  hell, 

•i'll  mount  with  joy  above  the  fkies, 

And  in  full  glory  dwell. 
<   What  then  is  all  your  painted  fhoWj 

When  hurl'd  lo  endlefs  night  ? 


B,V.  HYMN  S.  £ 

But  I  when  call'd  with  joy  Chall  go 
To  everlafting  light, 

6   Thus  I  will  boaH  cf  Chrifi:  my  friend. 

Nor  court  a  (hare  with  you  : 
Your  empty  pleafures  foon  will  en  d, 

But  mine  is  always   new. 

HYMN  XXXI.     'Short  Metre. 

The  chrifrians  have  caufe  to  rejoice  forever* 
ir  1  ^iS  we  that  may  rejoice, 

JL        And  fing  our  journey  through, 
We've  heard  the  Saviour's  charming  voice, 

And  bid  our  foes  adieu. 

2  Once  we  were  (laves  to  fin, 
But  Jefus  fet  us  free, 

In  him  our  life  and  joys  begin, 
And  where  he  is  we'll  be, 

3  O  what  amazing  love  ! 
Himfelf  to  us  has  giv'n, 

And  that  is  all  the  joys  above, 
For  Chrift  is  all  cur  heav'n. 

HYMN  XXXII.     Long  Metre. 
For  the  morning. 
lT"  T  AIL  happy  morn  I  gladly  rife. 

JL  JL   With  thee  to  foar  above  the  fkies  I 
Yvuh  jefus  I'll  begin  my  race, 
Run  on  and  fing  redeeming  grace, 

2    Ail  hail  a  brighter  morning  near 

"When  heav'n's  great  fun  (hall  once  appear  I 

All  funs  and  liars  fnall    ceafe  to  "(bine 

But  this  eternal  fun  of  mine,  E  e 


BS2  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  V 

3   Far,  far  from  interpofing  night 
Awake  in  uncreated  light  ; 
Mv  raptur'd  foal  with  all  the  throng 
Shall  join  in  heav'n's  immortal  fong. 

HYMN  XXXIII.     Long  'Metre. 
For  the  evening. 
j/^10ME  night  and  fore ad  thy  fable  wings 

%^/While  {lumbers  refl  thefe  mortal  firings  ; 
But  not  in  fieep  my  eyes  (hall  clofe 
Till  firfi  in  Chrift    I  all  repofe. 

2  My  foul  nrfl  in  thy  mantle  wrap, 
Dear  Lord  and  then  in  deep  I  drap  ; 
If  I  awake  thy  love  I  tell, 

Or  if  I  die  yet  all  is  well. 

3  No  I  fn all  never  never  die, 

But  leave  ray  clogs  and  mount  on  high, 
To  bafc  in  heav'n's  meridian  light, 
Without  one  nafljng  gloom  of  night. 

HYMN  XXXIV.      Common  Metre. 
The  chrijlian's  choice  and  portion. 
*/~\    LORD   my  God,  thou  art  my  all 

V-^      While  on  this  mortal  (hare  : 
And  when  this  earthly  houfe  {hall   fall 
My  portion  evermore. 

2  O  God  I  glory  in  my   choice, 
And  make  my  bead  of  thee  : 

When  I  can  hear  and  feci  thy  voice 
How  happy  Lord  I  be  ! 

3  Immortal  joys  to  me  are  giv'n. 
I  driukof  hcav'nly  wine, 


B.  V.  H  Y  M  H  S.  333 

On  earth  my  foul  enjoys  a  heav'n, 
For  Jefus  he  is  mine. 

4  O  let  me  live  to  thee  alone. 
And  feed  upon  thy  love-, 

Till  I  fhall  bow  before  thy  throre, 
In  the  fweet  realms  above  ; 

5  Eternal  anthems  I  fhall  fing 
Thro'  ail  the  realms  of  peace  ; 

Amen  !  all  glory  to  my  king  ! 
His  name  mail  never  ceafe, 

HYMN  XXXV.     Common  Metre, 
The  chrijiian  froa/ling  in  Chrift. 
i    y\  WAKE  my  foul  with  pieafure  frngj 

jCjL      For  the  Redeemer  reigns  ; 
I'll  ioar  with  rapture  on  the  wing, 
And  raife  immortal  flrains. 

2  My  God  delights  to  fee  me  ftrong 
And  claim  my  feat  in  heav'n  ; 

Free  grace  alone  fhall  be  my  fong, 
Kis  love  is  freely  giv'n. 

3  My  jefus  loves  to  chear  my  voice. 
And  wipe  my  tears  away  : 

Ard  I  fhall  yet  with  him  rejoice 
In  everlafting  day. 

4  Angels  may  gaze  to  fee  me  there, 
Brought  from  the  jaws  of  hell  ; 

But  I  (hall  in  their  glories  fhare, 
And  with  their  Jefus  dwell. 

5  They  have  no  worthinefs   to  boafr, 
Nor  glory  but  the  Lord  ; 


334  HYMN  S.  B.  V. 

Then  furely  I    msy  glory  mod 
For  I  am  his   by  blood. 

£  He  bought  me  and  will  claim  his  due 

From  alt  the  pow'rs  of  hell  ; 

And  I  will  plead  the  ran  Tom  too 

And  with  my  mailer  dwell. 

7  He  loves  me  and  for  me  hath  dy'd^ 
My  rams  is  on  his  bread  ; 

And  I  fbali  Toon  triumphant  ride 
To  everlafiing  reft. 

8  I  love  the  Lord  and  mnft  adore 
His  name  with  heart  and  voice  ; 

Hfffifelf  I  want,    I  afk  no  more, 
And  I   {ball  have  my  choice. 

HYMN  XXXVI.      Common  Metre. 
Delighting  in  the  Lord,   and  hearing  his  voice* 
x  T  T  ARK  !    is  my  Jefus  palling  by  ? 

JLjL      Methinks  I  hear  him  fay 
'•  Awake  arife  thy  friend  is. nigh 
Rejoice  and  come  away." 

2  O  is  it,  is  it  Chrift  the  Lamb  ? 
And  does  he  call  for  me  ? 

I  come,  dear  Jefus  glad  I  come, 
I  lonsf  to  be  with  thee. 

3  Let  others  choofe  the  chains  of  death 
And  tread  the  road  to  hell, 

In  wifdom's  ways  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 
And  with  my  Jefus  dwell. 

4  Let  monarchs  count  their  earthly  joys 
And  boift  their  crowns  bslo.v, 


B.V.  H  Y  M  N  S.  333 

1  count  them  all  but  empty   toys 

While  I  nay  Jefus  know. 

5    Chrift  is  my  life,  my  joy,  my  love,. 

And  everiafling  peace  ; 
He'll  be  my  all  in  realms   above 
When  mortal  climes  mall  ceafe. 

HYMN  XXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

Giving  up  ail  to  God  with  joy, 

lT    ORD   thou  haft  bought  me  with  thy  blood, 

%  J  Now  I  am  chine;  thou  art  my  God  ; 
With  joy  I  give  myfelf  to  thee. 
For  time  and  all  eternity. 

2  Let  men  and  angels  hear  my  voice  % 
All  creatures  witnefs  to  my  choice  ; 
Nor  will  my    God  refufe  to  own 

A  match  that's  made  with  him  alone. 

3  Jefus  with  blood  will  feal  my  name 
In  records  of  immortal  fame  ; 

And  when  I  leave  this  mortal  more 
He'll  be  my  joy  forevermore. 

HYMN  XXXVIII.     Common  Kcirc, 
Tkefame. 
i  f*\   GIVE  me  bleifed  Jefus  give 

V^/      A  life  that  is  divine, 
That  I  may  always   near  thee  live?. 
And  be  forever  thine. 

2  This  this  dear  God  is  my  defire* 

O  take  me  as  thy  own  ; 
My  panting  foul  doth  ftill  afpire. 

To  live,  to  thee  alone*  E  c  2 


33^  H  V  M.N  S.  B.  V. 

*\  No  greater  portion  can  I  have, 

To  make  me   ever  bleft  \ 
Tis  all  I  need,  tis  all  I  crave, 

With  Chrift  to  live  and  reft. 

4  Ten  thoufand  worlds  are  dung  and  drofs, 
If  all  compar'd  to  thee  ; 

And  life  itfelf  I  count  but  iofs, 
Till  I  my  jefus  fee. 

5  O  mount  my  foul,  and  fear  above, 
To  everlafting  day  ; 

While  raptures  of  immortal  love 
Bears  ev'ry  pow* r  away. 
HYMN  XXXIX.'    Particular  Mctrft 
Soaring  away  toith  life  divine. 
i/~"\\TE  fpark  O  God   of  heav'niy  fire 
\^r      Awakes  my  heart  with  warm  defire 
To  reach  the  realms  above; 
Immortal  ^lories  round  me  fnine, 

1  drink  the  ilreams   of  joy  divine, 

And  fing  redeeming  love. 

2  O  cou'ei  lowing  my  way  in  hafle, 
Soon  with  arch  angels  1  would  fealr,. 

And  join  their  fwee-t  employ   ; 
I'd  ^lidc  along  the  heav'niy  dream, 
And  join  their  molt  exalted  theme 

In.everlaftinsr  joy. 

3  Too  mean  this  little  globe  for  me, 
Nor  will  I  e'er  contented  be 

am  ; 

but  drofs, 
Its  grandeur  lb  Oft,  its  pleafures  curir, 
lib  joys  u!i  mixt  wkhpain, 


B.  V..  H  Y  MN-  &.  33T 

4  But  refting  in  ray  Saviour's  arms 
My  foul  enjoys  tranfporting  charms 

In  everlalting  love  ; 
There's  life,  there's  joy  ana  folid  peace  5 
There's  friendfhip  that  can    never  ceafe 

A  rock  that  cannot  move. 

5  Soar  then  my  foul  Gretch  ev'ry  thoughtj 
To  reach  within  the  heav'niy  court  ; 

Above  this  mortal  orb  ; 
There  let  me  with  archangels  nfe; 
And  find  my  feat  above  the  fides-, 

Where  fins  no  more  difiurb. 

6  There  wiih  an  everlafling  band 

Of  kindred  faints  at  God's  right  tiand^    ] 

My  happy  lot  mall  be  ; 
To  foar,  to  lhout,  to  reign  to  reft 
Forever  and  forever  bleft, 

With  thee,  O  God,  with  thee, 

HYMN  XL.      Long  Metre. 

Gnfoliiv.de  with  theprefence  of  God. 

1  C!  HOULD  heav'n  command  my  mo'tal  itate? 

kj?    To  climes  where  human  face  ne'er  fhone3. 

1  would  not  murmur  at  my  fate 

If  there  I  found  my  God  alone, 

2  W7ith  joy  I'd  fpend  my  moments  there9. 
On  the  courfe  climes  of  barren  wood. 

If  Jellis  made  my  life  his  care, 
And  fed  me  with  immortal  feed. 

3  I'd  fpend  my  hours  in  themes  divine3 
And  talk  with  God"  arid  he  with  me  3. 


S33  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  VV 

And  while  I  felt  this  glory  (Line, 
O  happy  mortal  I  mould  be  ! 

4  The  day  I'd  fpend  in  walking  round 
From  hill  to  hill  with  Chrift  my  aid  ; 

The  ev'ning  on  the  molTy  ground, 
I'd  fafely  reft  beneath  his  (hade. 

5  Jefus  would  guard  my  (lumb'ring  hours, 
And  in  the  morning  raife  my  head 

To  fing  his  praife  through  groves  and  bow'rsj. 
And  wait  the  ravens  for  my  bread. 

6  There  till  my  laft  expiring  breath, 
Td  freely  fpend  my  fleeting  days, 

Till  time  was  out  and  welcome  death, 
Conclude  my  mortal  notes  of  praife. 

7  Then  (hail  I  reach  the  realms  above,. 
Where  Jefus  I  unveil'd  mould  fee  \ 

To  fail  the  boundlefs  fea  of  love, 
For  ever  happy  I  (liould  be. 

8  There  from  ail  dorms  and  labors  reft",. 
Far  from  the  dark  abodes  ofmight  ; 

And  with  my  God  ray  Jefus  preft, 
In  uncreated  realms  of  iight. 

HYMN   XL  I.      Particular  Metre. 
On  the  birth  of  Chrift. 
l  T>  OUSE  all  ye  tyrants  of  the  earth  ! 
Jl\.  Attend  your  great  Redeemer's  birth  ; 
The  God  an  infant  doth  appear  : 
Rejoice  ye  Gentiles  with  the  Jews, 
Good  news,  good  news,    good  news?  good  news, 
To  ev'ry  nation  far  and  near, 


B.  V.  Ii  Y  M  N  9.  339 

2  Hark  !"  nark  !   methinks  the  angels  ling 
The  DraiTes  of  their  new-born  king, 

And  tell  the  great  Redeemer's  name  ; 
Fear   not  O  lhepherds,  hear  the  voice, 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice, 

And  fpread  your  glorious  Saviour's  fame* 

3  Go  to  the  manger,  there  you'll  find 
The  Saviour  dwells  with  brutal  kind  ; 

The  long  expetied  day  is  come  ; 
Clad  tidings  to  the   world  is  brought, 
Tear  net,  fear  not.  fear  nor,  fear  not, 

O  fhepherds    make  your  Saviour  room0 

4  Mortals  attend  the  Prince  of  Peace  ; 
Let  all  your  hopeful  forrows  ceafe  ; 

Redeeming  love  is    at  your  door  ; 
Come  mourning  fouls  his  grace  receive. 
Believe,  believe,  believe,  believe, 

And  you  (hall  live  forevermore. 

HYMN  XL! I.     Short    Metre.. 
God  all  in  all, 

1  "TSSUS  the  Lord1  is  mine, 

I       For  I  have  known  his  love  ;, 
Soon  I  fnall  fwim  in  joys,  divine, 
With  ail  the  faints  above. 

2  There  I  with  God  (hail  be  % 
No  clouds  to  veil  his  face  ; 

Rejoicing  in  the  biifsful  lea, 

That  knows  no  bound  nor  foaceo 

3  O  what  a  joyful  flight, 
Where  perfect  slon 


j4o  H  Y  M  N  S. 

Among  (he  children  of  the  light, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  pain. 

4,0  happy  happy  home, 

Where  joy  ihall  never  ceafe  I 

Nor  (in,  ncr  death  mail   ever  come 
Within  the  realms  of  peace. 

5  How  vafi  the  pleafures  be, 
Beyond  what  tongue  can  tell, 

"Where  I  expect  e'er  long  to  be, 
And  with  Jehovah  dwell  ! 

6  On  him  my  foul  iha'l  gaze, 
With  wonder  and  delight  : 

Where  glories  in  meridian   blaze, 
In  uncreated  light. 

"j   O  can  it,  can  it  be, 

That  I  dial!  e'er  be  one  ? 
Yea,  Lord  thou  gave  thyfeif  for  mer 

And  now  I  am  thy  own. 

8   O  Jefus  thou  art  mine, 

My  joy  and  only  friend  ; 
Then  ail  is  mine  and  I  am  thine, 
Forevennore,    Amen. 

HYMN  XLIII.      Common  MetrCc 
A  Jons,  of  praife  to  Chrifi. 
lT7n3R  ever  bieiTed  be  thy  name, 

JL        O  worthy  Lamb  of  God  ! 
W  no  did  our  finking  world  reclaim, 

With  thy  rnoft  precious  blcod. 
2   Dearly  thou  bought  the  g't i lty  race, 
Wah  life  and  death  divine. 


B.  V.  H  Y  M  N  3.  54 1 

That  we,  through  thy  unbounded  grace, 

Might  in  full  glory  (Line. 
3   Ten  thonfand  thousands  fliall  adore 

The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
And  live  with  thee  forever  more, 
In  peaceful  realms  above. 

HYMN  LXIV.      Particular  Metre* 
Tin;,  fame. 
i  Tr*  TERNAL  praifes  to  thy  name, 
_&  J   O  prince  of  peace  thou  wounded  Lamb 
For  life  immortal  through  thy  blood  ! 
Our  leaping  hearts  O  God  rejoice, 
And  join  with  one  harmonious  voice 
To  fpread  the  glorious  news  abroad. 

2  Rut    Lord  increale  the  warm  defire 
With  facred  and  immort2i  fire 

•'  Thv  dying  wonders  to  proclaim  ; 
We  long  O  God  to  fpread  thy  grace 
Thro'  ail  our  poor  unhappy  race, 

That  ev'ry  land  may  know  thy  name. 

3  Ride  forth  in  love,  O  God  our  king, 
And  caui'e  the  mourning  foul  ro  fine 

The  wonders  of  thy  dying  love  ; 
And  lead  thy  tribes   by  thy  right  hand 
Safe  through  this  dry,  this  defert  land 
To  the  celefiiai  realms  above. 

HYMN   XLV.      Common   Metre. 
On  the  difen  tangled  faint  .r . 
i/^\    HAPPY   difentangled  faints 

\^P      Who've  rsach'd  the  peaceful   fliore, 
Far  from  their  foes,  and  all  comDlaints, 
They  live  forevermore. 


342  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.V. 

2  Cheerful  they  tread  the  blifsful  plain 
Of  their  eternal  home  ; 

In  realms  of  perfect  glory  reign 
Where  clouds  can  never  come, 

3  Now  they  enjoy  the  perfect  blifs 
1  h?y  panted  for  below  ; 

Ah  !  now  they  dwell  where  Jefus  is. 
And  he  is  all  they  know. 

4  O  was  my  foul  once  landed  there 
I'd  bid  thefe  chains  adieu  ; 

Wi'h  angels  in  their   glory  fhare, 
And  join  their  anthems  too. 

HYMN  XLVL     Long  Metre, 
The  fame. 
sr  |  \:i'INK  O  my  foul  thou  art  to  land 

JL      Ere  long  in  heav'n  at  God's  right  hand, 
"Where  love  (hall  ev'ry  thought  employ, 
And  nothing  reign  but  perfect  joy. 

2  Mount  up  and  count  thy  trials  fmall, 
And  let  all  earthly  grandeur  fall 

As  dull  and  chaff,  and  empty    drofs, 
And  count  ail  things  but  Jefus  lofs. 

3  His  love  redeems  from  death  and  woe, 
And  make  my  heav'n  begin  below  ; 

But  vallly  more  his  love  difpiays 
Where  they  befeoW  him  face  to  face. 

4  There  ev'ry  foul  drinks  deep  in  love, 
"While  foaring  through  the  courts  above  J 
Their  happy  home  is  that  pure  fea, 

Of  vaft,  ah  !    vaft  infinity. 


B,  V.  HYMNS.  343 

5  Gazing  with -pleafure  there  they  fail 
Where  perfecl  bkfs  can  never  fail  ; 
Wrapt  in  the  nature  of  the  Lamb 
They  (hout  the  wonders  of  his  name 

6  Attraction  glows  to  every  heart 
With  burning  love  that  cannot  part, 
While  all  as  one  the  armies  move 

Attracted  to  thefource  of  love. 

j   Shouting  they  foar  with  Iweet  furprife. 
Their  anthems  fhake  the  arched  fkies  ; 
^Echoes  refound  through  all  the  plain 
In  one  harmonious  lofty  firain. 

8   And  there  I  triift  to  bear  my  part 
Wrap'd  up  in  the  Redeemer's  heart  ; 
There  ravifii'd  with  immortal  flame 
Refound  my  Saviour's --lading  fame. 

'  HYMN   XLVII.    -Common  Metre, 
Chrift  the  chrijlian's  chief  good. 


T 


-HOU  art  my  all,  O  Lamb  of  God5 


Thy  love  is  life  to  me  ; 

1  love  the  Tweet  life-giving  word  ; 

I  love  to  walk  *vilh  thee. 

2  There's  nothing  elfe  can  give  me  reft, 
Or  make*  my  heart  rejoice  ; 

And  O  I  am  v.'ith  glory  bled, 
When  I  can  hear  thy  voice. 

3  Thy  love  expels  all  guilt  and  fear 
And  makes  me  cheerful  go  ; 

And  when  I  find  my  Saviour  near 
My  heav'u  begins  below. 


34,4  H  Y  M  N  s>  B'  W 

4   O  might  I  ev'ry  moment  feel 

A  nearrcefs  to  my  God, 
And  no  amufement  ever  ileal 

One  thought  to  rove  abroad  : 


D 


-5   Then  I  mould  more  of  Jefus  know. 

And  fpend  my  days  in  peace, 
And  hourly  triumph  o'er  my  woe, 

Till  all  my  forrows  ceafe. 

HYMN    XLVIII.     Cannon  Metre. 
On  the  Deity. 
i""T  ~K  7"HERE,what,  or  who  art  thou  grealGoci, 

V  V         Whom  I  profefs  to  own  ? 
Thy  works,  thvfelf,  and  thine   abode, 

Moft  known,  and  rn.ofl    unknown. 

2  If  worlds  unnumber'd  as  the  fand 
Are  fearch'd  to  find  thee  there. 

They're  but  fmail  traces  of  fome  hand 
Their  maker  to  declare. 

3  Afl;  angels  where  this  Geo  doth  dwell 
(Tho'  wrap'd  in  him)   would  fay, 

u  Tis  wot  in  ail  our  climes  to  tell 
Butjujl.  fomejeeblz  ray.*' 

4  Not  found  by  mortal  hand  or  eye  ; 
In  empty  fpace  not  found  ; 

'Not  time  nor  yet  eternity 

Can  reach  his  utmoft  bound. 

5  Should  I  attempt  to  find  him. out 
By  philofophic  flrains, 

Still  far  beyond  the  reach  of  thought  : 
Unknown  to  me  he  reigns. 


3.  V.  K  Y  M  N  &  US 

6  Angelic  realms  before  his  eye. 
Though   eountlefs  iKey  may  be, 

So  much  like  noihing  all  would  he. 

Too  fmall  for  him  to  fee. 
^   Yet  nothing  doth  in  being  dwell3 

Small  or  conceal'd  they  lie 
In  heav'n  or  earth,  or  fea,   or  hell, 

But's  naked' to  his  eye. 
§  Immenfe  he  is,  and  leaves  no  void, 

All  nature  in  his  hand  ; 
A  million  worlds  made   or  deilroy'd 

Are  as  the  fmalleft  Tand. 
9'  Good  God  !    and  yet  within  thy  hand" 

A  guilty  mote  I  rove  ; 
Tlive,  I  move  andVuarded  ftand 

Partaker  of  thy  love. 
10   The  fmalietTinfe£ls  that  are  made 

Notic'd  and  guarded  be  ; 
And  hairs  of  my   unworthy  head  C: 

Ail  number'd  Lord  by  thee, 
ii   O  give  me  then  a  humble  place, 

Infyir'd  with  facred  ilame  ; 
A  large  partaker  of  thy  grace 

To  found  thy  boundleis  fame. 

HYMN  XLIX.     Short  Metre. 
The  chriflian  looking  forward  and  encouraged, 
lTV  /TY  foul  leave  all  below, 

XVA-      And  banifh  ev'ry   fear, 
Fpr  (oon  beyond  tiaefe  fencs  of  woe, 
I  [hail  with  joy  appear. 


34$  HYMNS.  B.  V- 

2  My  Jefjs  lcves  my  foul, 
And  has  my  fins  forgiv'n  ; 

Then  roll,  ye  fleeting  moments  rolk 
And  hand  my  foul  to  heav'n. 

3  There  I  e'er  long  (hall  reft, 
Upon  the  peaceful  fhore  ; 

With  perfect  joy  and  g'ory  bleftj. 
And  fin. frail  vex  no  more. 

4  Twas  Jefus  on  the  tree, 
Gave  me  a  portion  there  ; 

0  happy,  happy  foul  I  be, 
With  his  dear  ions  to  {hare  ] 

5  Since  Jefus  is  my  friend, 
My  poriion.and  my  Cod, 

Soon  ail  my  forrows  here  fba'l  end,  . 
And  heav'n  he  mv  abode. 

HYMN    L.  'Particular    Metre. 
A  minijler  leaving  his  people  to  go  abroad    zcith 

the  gc/pel. 
i~\7"Z  that  do  in  jefus  dwell, 

JL        Chriflian  brethren  now  farewell  j 
Par;  in  p^aoe.  and  part  in  love, 
Sine?  and  pray  where'er  ve  rove. 
2    Wipe  your  tears  and  leave  vour  pains  \ 
Why   lament  when    Jefus  reigns  ? 
Tho'  in  body  we  mav  parr. 
We  are  ft  ill  as. near  in  heart. 
•}    Walk  w;:h  Jefus  while  below, 
Spread  his  ni.iie  where'er  ve  gq  \ 
Fioht  the  bat  les  of  the  Lord, 

o  ' 

Prefent  is  your  blett  reward. 


B#  v.  H  Y  M  N  S. 

4  If  to  diflant  lands  I  go, 

JTis  the  jubilee  trump   to  blow  ; 
May  my  Jefus  be  with  thee, 
When  you're  well  remember  me. 

5  When  I  near  my  mafter  ger 
1  fhall  find  you  ^ear  my  heart  ; 
We  thall  often  meet  as  one 
Pleading  at  our  Father's  throne. 

6  If  I  never  more  return 

Do  not  my  long  abfence  mourn  ;  - 
If  L  am  but  near  my  God 
All  is  well  iho'  far  abroad. 

7  God  is  every  where  the  fame  ; 
Let  us  part  and  fp read  his  fame  ; ; 
Soon  we'll  end  this  mortal  race, 
Then  all  meet  him  face  to  face. 

8  There  where  Chrift  our  lover  reigns  < 
We  (hall  join  immortal  {trams  ; 

Safe  in  everlatting  joy, 
Nothing  {hall  our  peace  annoy* 
q   Halleluiahs    then  our  fong, 
Sounding  through  the  countlefs  throng  ; 
Chrift  our  God  that  lovely  name 
B*1  our  everlafting  theme. 

HYMN  LI.    Long    Metre. 
Cud  my  all. 
j*S  there  a  God  ?   and  Is  he  mine  ?  : 

]t  Yes  for  I  feel  the  truths  divine  ; 
A  pieafing  theme  (my  foul)  is  this, 
God  is  my  everUiling  bliiV 


34*.  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.V« 

2   In  him  doth  all  perfe&ions  dwell  ; 
Seraphs  his  wifdom  cannot  tell  ; 
Kis  love  fo  £reat  it  muft  be  free, 
And  thus  his  gpodnefs  reach'd  to  me, 

3  He  reigns,  and  where  ?   within  my  heart  ; . 
No'r  will  his  fceptre   e'er  depart  ; 

And  O  he  reigns  a  prince  of  peace  ! 
Then  ceafe  ye  ftorms  of  forrows  ceafe0 

4  Within  Iiim-fslf  he  ever  lives, 
And  to  my  foul  that  life  he  gives  ; 
Enough,  rriy  God,  fince  i  (hall  be 
One  in  the.fouree  of  life  with  thee« 

,5    Eut  d^ire  I  foar  fo  far  away  ; 
•jo  I  not  in  preemption  fi ray  ! 
No,  God  i  a'lifaid  (he  llcap'd  fo  low) 
"  As  1  live,  yejhall  live  alfo." 
HYMN  LII. 

Sweet  moments  with  God. 

SWEET  is  the    cenverfe  with  my  God, 
One  moment  on  the  heav'n'.y  road  J 
And  fweeiiy  giidcs  the  hours  away, 
When  chcer'd  with  one  immortal  ray. 

:   1  ho'  clouds  impend  and  dorms  invade. 
The  morning  ftar  is  ftiil  my  aid  : 
Doth  clouds  expei  and  foe-?,  deltroy, 
And  on  he  leads  me  ftili  with  joy. 

3    And  when  his  glories  round  me  fliinc, 
I  feel  the  raptures  all  divine  ; 
Atul  then  with  ;oy  my  foul  can  [<\yt 
My  partner  fzoectens  all  my  waj* 


Long  Metre, 


iTTARK  !    glad  tidings  to  the  fl 
Jfc  JL      Joyful  news  the  angels  br: 


S.  V,     ■  H  Y   M'N'S..  $$ 

HYMN1     LIU.      Particular   Metre, 
The  birth  ofChrifl. 

fticpherds, 
ring 
God  himfelf  in  flefii  haihenter'd,  . 

Jefus  is  the  new  born  king,, 
Haii  all  glory,  hail  all  glory, 
Let  the  whole  creation  ling.- 

2  Shepherd?  flart  from  midnight  (lumber.) 
See  the  glory  mining  round  ; 

Gazing  on  the  blaze  they  wonder. 

'Till  they're  profirate  on  the  ground-; 
Halleluiahs,  hallelujahs, 

By  the  leraphs  doth -refound. 

3  "  Fear  not  fkepherds faith  the  angels^ 
Ba  nifli  forrozu  from  your  eyes  : 

~For  in  Bethlehem' s  coarfe  manger 

God  a  fpotlefs  infant  lies. 
See  Jehovah,  See  Jehovah, 

VtiPd  in  clay  belozo  the  jives." 

4  Rafle  away  ye  eaftern  fages, 
See  the  flar  proclaims  your  God  °3 

Fear  not  Herod,  tho'  he  rages, 

Sending  peals  of  death  abroad  ; 
Rachel  mourning,  Rachel  mourning3 

For  her  children  he  defiroy'd. 

5  Sinners  roar  and  faints  rejoices, 
At  the  great  Redeemer's  birth  ; 

Angels  join  their  cheerful  voices, 
Good  will  to  men,  peace  on  earth  ; 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
Glory  in  the  Saviour's  birth, 


2Zo-  H  Y  M  MS. 

6'  Let  unpeople  have  falvation, 

Saiih  the  heralds  from  above  ; 
"  Sound  his  name  through  cv'ry  nation, 

Teach  the  world,  redeeming  love, 
Go  yyher&lds,  go  ye  heralds, 

Spread  his  name  where'er  ye  rove.'3 
j  Jefus  fpread  thy  gofpel  glory, 

Save  poor  dying  fouls  from  bell  ; 
Let  all  nations  bow  before  thee, 

Love  thy  name  and  wi:h  thee  dwell  : 
ilafle  ye  heralds,  hafle  ye  heralds 

Your  Redeemer's  name  to  tell, 

HYMN  LIV.      Long  Metre. 

Ths  lovz  ofChriJt,  and  finncrs  hardened  by    re 

jetting  it. 

i /^lOULD  heav'n's  eternal  grandeur  move, 

%L*s .  To  think  on  man  with  thoughts  of  love  I 

G  make  my  foul  this 

s  ° 

And  bid  all  other  themes  adieu. 

2  So  boundlefs  doth  his  jjoodnefs  reign, 
His  love  he  never  will  retrain  ; 
It  will  the  worll  of  men  purfue, 
Dcth  ail  the  good  that  it  can  do. 

3  His  love  aiTum'd  our  mortal  frame, 
Our  guilt,  our  forrows,  ami  our  ihame  ;. 
Kow  then  O  mortals-  can  it  be 
But  this  eternal  love  is  free  ? 

4  He  waded  through  this  frowning  earth, 
Endur'd  the  pains  of  hell  and  death, 
Sure  then  the  fouls  that  zp  to  hell 


JB,  V.  PI  Y  M  N  & 

5  All  thofe  that  turn  againft  his  love 
Will  foon  their  will  fo  harden  prove, 
That  there  is  nought  can  fink  them  lower 
Than  to  offer  his  goodnefs  more. 

6  Thofe  that  defpife  grow  harder  Hill  °}  - 
Thofe  who  adhere  it  turns  their  will, 
And  thus  defpifers   fink  to  hell, 
While  thofe  that  hear  in  gLory  dwell. 

HYMN   LV.      Long   M:lrt» 
Panting  after  Chriji. 
iXVEAR  me  O-thou  immortal  Dove 

JL-JhTo  look  within  the  realms  above?  - 
And  let  my. foul  a  moment  be 
Where  I  my  Chiid  my  glory  fee. 

2  Unbounded  is *that  fea  divine,"- 
And  if  that  bieffed  ChriR  is  mine,  - 
Why  may  I  not  be    borne  away 
To  fee  but  one  immortal  ray  ?  ' 

3  He  is  my  food,  why  lhould  I  fiarve  f 
He's  all  the  life  and  joy  I  have  ; 
Then  let  .me  O  mv   fefus  be 

Loft  in  thy  love,  wrap'd  up  in   thee. 

H  Y  M  N     LVI.     Particular  Mitre.  . 
Adieu  tj  all  but  Chriji. 
i"T  TAIN" world  adreu  with  ail  your  toys  !  ' 
V         I'll  count  no  more  your  found  Qij6y% 
Your  pleafures  lead  to  hell  ; 
Glories  immortal  I'll  purfue, 
And  bid  created  blifs  adieu, 
With  Jefus  I  -mull 'dwell"; 


l52  H  Y   M  N  3. 

2  When  near  my  Jefus  I  am  bled. 
He  is  my  life,  he  is  my  reft, 

While  through  this  world  I  rove  ; 
And  when  ail  mortal  joys  ihall  ceafe, 
He'll  be  my  life,  my  joy  and  peace, 

In  brighter  realms  above. 

3  Hell  give  me  there  a  glorious  feat, 
Where  all  the  heav'nly  armies  meet, 

In  fweet  unmingled  joy  ; 
Inftead  of  bverlafting  pain, 
In  endlefs  glory  1  (hall  reign5 

And  foes   no  more  annoy. 

4  There  (hall  I  fee  him  face  to  face, 
And  Ting ^he  wonders  of  his  grace, 

Far  from  the  fnares  of  hell  ; 
From  all  thefe  clogs  I  (hail  be  free, 
With  my  dear  Jefus  I  (ball  be, 

And  in  his  bofom- dwell. 

5  In  thofe  immortal  climes  I'll  join,  • 
With  bands  feraphic  all  divine, 

To  praife  my  bleeding   king  ; 
With  jov  I'll  tread  the  blifsful  plains, 
Where  thouis'of  moft  exaiied  lirains 

Make  all  the  arches  ring. 

6  Raviili'd  with   glory  and  delight 
(The  fun  and  moon  beneath,  my  feet) 

Wrapt  in  a  (acred  (lame  ; 
Sailing  in  leas  of  perfect  joy, 
And  mi:>  (hall  be  my  bieil  employ, 

All  worthy  is  Lhs  Lamb  ! 


3..y.  -HYMNS.  353 

HYMN.LVII.     Lang   Metre. 
The  Ghnjlian  attraEied  with  God's  love. 
i/^\  WHAT  a  bled  tranfporting  ray 

\jf    Attracts  and  deals  my  foul  away  I 
It  is  my  Saviour's  voice  I  feel, 
Lord  give  my  foul  the  attra8ion  flill. 

2  Adieu  ye  earthly  loves  adieu  ! 
I  feel  my  love   and  mufr  purfae, 
Ye  feparafiwg  walls  be  gone 

And  let  my  chariot  wheels  roll  on. 

3  Lord  Jefus  waff  me  on  my  way, 
I  pant  for  everlafting  day  ; 

Thefe  pow'rs  of  mine  (hall  reft  nomcre. 
Until  I  reach  the  peaceful  fhore. 

HYMN  LVIII.     Short  Metre, 
No  joy  but  in  Chrifc. 
ijf~\  WHAT  an  empty  toy 
?\Jr       A  recall  thefe  mortal  wilds  I 
But  O  what  lading  peace  and  joy 
Is  in  my  Saviour's  fmiles  ! 

2  Long  have  I  been  a  (lave 
For  but  an  empty  found  ! 

But  Owbat  pleafures  now  I  hay.e 
Since  I    have  Jefus  found  i 

3  I'll  bid  adieu  to  earth, 

And  count  its  joys  but  vain  ; 
Let  me  enjoy  my  heav'nly  birth, 

And  with  my  Jefus  reign. 
^  O  thou  immortal  Kic}F*j£. 

Bear  thy  dear  child  wyV 


<354  HYMN  S.  B.V, 

Then  will  I  on    my  journey  fmg 
Songs  of  eternal  day. 

HYMN   LIX.      Particular    Metre. 
Th".  great  love  of  Chrijl  difplayed  in  his  death* 
l     A    S   near  to  Calvary  1  pais 
AX.  Meihinks  I  fee  a  bloody   crofs, 
Wnere  a  poor  viftim  hangs  ; 
His  flefli  with  ragged  irons  tore, 
His  limbs  all  drels'd  in  purple  gore5 
Gaining  in  dying  pangf. 

<  2   Surpriz'd  the  fpefciacle  to  fee, 

,1  afk'd  who  can  this  victim  be, 

In  futh  exquifite  pain  ? 
Why  thns  confin'd  to  woes  I  cry'd 
li  'Tis  I,"  the    bleeding   God  reply*d9 

tt6  Tofave  a  zv  or Id  from  fin." 

3   A  God  for  rebel  mortals  dies  ! 
; How  can  ;it  be  my  foul  replies  ! 

What   Jefus  die  for  me  ! 
"  Yes  faith  the  faff 'ring  Son  of  God, 
I  give  my  life,  I J pi 11  my  blood, 

For  thee  poor  foul,  for  thee." 

.  4   Lord  unce  Jhy  life  thou'R  freely  giv'n. 
To  bring  my  wreiched  <foul  to  heav'n, 

And  blefs  me  with  thy  love  ; 
Then  to  thy  feet  O  God',  I'll  fall, 
'Give  thee  my  life,  my  foul,  my  all, 
To  reign  with  thee  above. 
5   All  other  lovers  I'll   adieu, 
My  dying  lover  I'll  purfue, 
,And  blefs  the  .flaughter'd  Lamb, 


b:v.         s  hymn  s.  35i 

My  life,  my  ftrength,  my  voice  an  d  days, 
I  wil!  devote  in  wifdom's  ways, 
And  found  his  bleeding  fame. 
6   And  when  this  tott'ring  life  (hail  ceafe3 
I'll  leave  thefe  mortal  climes  in  peace, 

And  foar  to  realms  of  light  ; 
There  where  my  heav'nly  lover  reigns., 
I'll  join  to  raife  immortal  drains. 
All  ravifh'd  with  delight. 

H  Y  M  N     LX.      Long  Metre. 
Longing  for  the  victory  ever  fin, 
i    A    WAY,  ye  earthly  charms  away  ! 

«Z~jL  Ye  lead  my  wand'ring  mind  afiray, 
jDitiurb  my  joys,  and  break  my  reft, 
And  draw  me  from  my  Saviour's  breaft, 
2.   Jefus  fubdue  this  carnal  mind, 

0  may  I  leave  thefe  toys  behind  ! 

1  long  to  find  my  fpirit  free, 
That  I  may  triumph  Lord  in  thee. 

3  There's  nothing  Jefus  like  thy  iove, 
Yet  for  a  fhadow  oft  I  rove  ; 

O  conquer  the  remains  of  fin, 
And  let  thy  kingdom  reign  within, 

4  Let  not  the  lead  amufing  toy 
Draw  me  from  thee  my  only  joy  : 
But  fill  my  hreali  with  love  divine, 
I'll  know  no  fceptre  Lord  but  thine. 

HYMN     LXI.     Long  Metre, 

The  chrijiians  tranfport. 
WHAT  amazing  love  is  this  .' 
On  earth  I  tafte  immortal  blifs  ; 


35$  H  Y  M  N  S.  9,  V. 

1  feel  that  voice  that  is  divine, 
And  know  that  Je.fus  Chrift  is  mine. 

2  He  leads  me  en  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  feeds  my  foul  with  angels  food  ; 
My  foui  how  free  his  goodnefs  flows  ! 
liis  bleeding  love  no  limits  knows. 

3  My  foul  hath  found  my  Chrift  to  day  j 
I  feel  my  darknefs  done  away  ; 

His  prefence  made  my  bars  remove, 
And  O  I  feafl  on  heav'nly  love  ! 

4  I  fee!  my  fins  are  all  forgiv'n  ; 
This  is  my  Chrift,  my  ail  my  heav'n! 
My  foul  begins  her  lafting  theme, 
All  glory  to  my  God,  the  Lamb  ! 

IIYMN  LXII.     Long  Metre. 
The  kingdom  cf  God  within. 
a  1[     ET  others  their  falvaiion  reft- 
JLj   Onoutward  forms,  of  di(la;;i  heav'n, 

1  w^nt  God's  kingdom  in  my  breafl, 

And  ihere  to  feel  my  fins  forgiv'n. 

2  Some  make  their  boafi  of  cancefd  fm^ 
Before  the  world  or  they  were  made, 

While  Hill  (hey  have  a  hell  within, 
Imagine  God  their  heav'n  decreed. 

3  While  others  think  feme  law  fulfil'^ 
By  Jefus  when  he  hied  and  dy'd, 

Who  never  knew  falvation  ieal'd. 
His  life  or  death  to  them  apply'd. 

4  While  many  more  their  fouls  neOrcy, 
Who  wait  for  death  to  Gad  a  heav'n ; 


ii'tt  h  y  m  n  s: 

Yet  Grangers  to  the  heav'nty  joy, 

Or  the  new  birth,  and  fins  forgiv  'nt 

5  But  I  can  iruu  in  no  degree, 
Or. law  fulfif'dby  Jefus  Chrift, 

But  that  which  works  a  birth  in  me. 
And  brings  me  to  the  gofpel  feaft, 

6  I  am  by  nature  .dead  in  fin, 

My  foul  bound  down  with  hsavy  chains'- 5 
Then  I  mud  have  my  Chrift  within, 
Or  elfe  in  death  my  foul  remains. 

^   I  have  a  hell  within  my  bread, 

For  there  is  all  my  weight  of  fin  ; 
Then  Chrift  cm  give  my  foul  no  red, 

Unlefs  he  gives  a  heav'n  within. 
8  My  Chrift" forbids  "  lo  here  or  there9 

' '  The  jeer  et  ch  ambers  of  defert," 
And  then  he  doth  to  me  declare 

God's  kingdom  is  within,  my  heart. 

g   Then  in' my  heart-,  O' Jefus  reign, 
"With  thy  bled  kingdom  aril  divine  ; 

Remove  my  death,  break  ev'ry  chain, 
And  change  my  nature  pure  as  thine** 

I'O  Then  (hail  I  be  forever  bled, 

From  all  my  fins  and  forrows  freet 
A  peaceful  kingdom  in  my  bread, 
And  I  forever  one  with  thee. 

HYMN  LX1II-.  "  long   M&re, 
Sparing  after  £hrift. 
1  T?  ^^J  he  v'nly  fun,  with  rays  divine, 
Jl\»  Iq  this  benighted  foul  of  mine  ; 


as  y 


35S  H  Y  M  N  S.  B,  V, 

1  pant  for  one  immortal  ray 
To  bear  my  reillefs  foul  away, 

2  I  feel  my  heart  in  love  with  thee, 
But  bound  in  death,  yet  would  be  free; 
My  Chrift  I  at  a  diftance  view, 

And  feel  a  ^ruggling  to  purfue. 

3  Thou  art  my  life,  my  red,  my  food, 
My  joy  and  everlafting  good  ; 

How  can  I  then  contented  be 

But  when  I  am,  O  Lord,  with  thee  ? 

4  O  bear  my  panting  foul  above, 
Where  I  may  once  enjoy  my  love 
Without  thofe  clouds  for  to  annoy,. 
Then  fl* all  I  be  complete  in  joy. 

H'YMN  LXIV.      Long  Metre. 
The  happinefs  of  the  chrijlians. 
iTT  OW  bleft  beyond  what  tongue  can  tell 

JlX  Are  thofe  with  whom  the  Lord  doth  dwell  ? 
They've  life,  they've  peace,  they've  joy  and  reft. 
All  heav'n's  en^ag'd  to  make  them  bleft. 

2  Thro'  aii  this  world  where  e'er  they  rcve, 
The  Lord  funouncs  them  with  his  love  ; 
They  often  drink  of  heav'nly  wine, 

And  feed  on  bread  that  is  divine. 

3  Soon  will  they  land  where  Jefus  reign?. 
To  dwell  on  heav'ns  immortal  plains  ; 
Terfec}  in  everlafiing  blifs. 

For  they  will  dwell  where  Jefus  is. 

4  My  foul  !  and  fhall  I  ever  fhare 
Among  die  faints  forever  thers  ? 


B.  V.  iri  i  M  i\  b.  359 

Give  me  that  crown,  "O  prince  of  Peace, 
Thofe  bound !efs  joys  that  never  ceafe. 

HYMN   LXV.     Lo-ng  Metre* 
The  foul  revived  with  God's  lovea 

NOW  can  my  foul  in  God  rejoice, 
I  feel  my  Saviour's  cheering  voice, 
My  neart  awakes  to  fing  his  praife, 
And  longs  to  join  immortal  lays. 

2  The  kingdom  of  my   Lord  is  come,. 
This  day  I've  found  my  father's  home  %■ 
O  might  I  rove  from  him  no  more    - 
Long  as  I  tread  this  mortal  {here. 

3  Hoid  me,  O  Jefus,  in  thine  arms, 
And  cheer  me  with   immortal  char  bis, 
Till  I  awake  in  realms  above 

For  ever  to  enjov  thy  love, 

HYMN  LXVI.     Long  Metre. 
The  chrifzian  wants  no  more  than  Chrijh. 

LORD  fmce  thou  pluck'd  mejrom  the  gulf? 
-   And  gave  my  foul  thy  blefTed  felf, 
'lis  dill  want,  'tis  all  I  need, 
In  thee.  O  God,  I'm  bleft  indeed. 

2  I  feel  thou  haft  my  Gns  forgiv'n, 
And  often  tafie  a  glimpfe  of  heav'n, 
My  foul  has  found  a  lading  peace, 

Will  ftand  when  all  thefe  worlds  (hall  ceafe* 

3  In  Chn'ft  I  feel  a  foiidjoy, 

A  rock  which  hell  ran  ne'er  deftroy  ; 
My  days  of  joy  can  ne'er  be  o'er, 
For  Chnft  is  mine,  what  want  I  more  P 
Gga 


s6e  II  Y  M  N  s.  b.   \r« 

4  Created  good,  I  count  but  fma!l  : 
In  Jefus  I  poffefs  my  all, 
Long  as  I  know  that  Jefus  reigns, 
I  ieel  his  love  my  life  maintains. 

HYMN  LXVII.      Particular  Metre, 
Chrijl  all  in  all. 

GOD  Is  my   all,  I  feel  his  grace, 
He  cheers  me  on  my  chriftian  race, 
And  feeds  me  with  his  word  ; 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  worlds  are  fmall 
Compar'd  with  Chr.ft,  he  is  my  all. 
And  O  !    Move  my  God. 

2  Lord  thou  haft  gave  thyfelf  to  me, 
Then  near  thy  footiiool  let  me  be, 

Rul'd  wholly  by  my  King  ; 
While  time  endures  I'll  walk  with  God, 
And  fpvead  his  glorious  name  abroad. 

And  in   his  triumphs  fing. 

#  May  I  no  more  forfakamy  friend. 
Till  all  thefe  mortal  changes  end, 

And  I  ilia II  leave  my  woe  ! 
A  happy  morn  when  I  fhall  Le 
From  ev'ry  fin  and  iorrow  free, 

And  home  to  Jefus  go  ! 

4  My  foul  fhall  all  my  foes   furvive, 
And  ever  with  my   Jefus  live, 
In  heav'ns  immortaj  biifs  ; 
My  foul  wrap'd  up  in  fweet  delight, 
Triumphant  o'er  the  pow'rs  of  night, 


B;V„  H  ¥  M  N  S-.  36  i 

HYMN  LXVI1I.     Short  Metre, 
A  Jong  of  praife  to  Chrijl, 
1T    ET  univerfal  plains 

, f  j     Awake  with  joy  to  fing, 
And  join  their  moft  exalted  ftrains 
To  the  immortal  King. 

•2  Kad  I  ten  thoufand  tongues 

To  praife  ray  Saviour's  name, 
Cheerful  lJd  raife  ten  thoufand  fongs 

To  found  his  lailing  fame, 

3  He  ftoop'd  beneath  the  grave 
To  make  his  goodnefs  known  ; 

He  dy'd  the  wretched  world  to  fave5 
And  bear  our  guilt  alone, 

4  Freely  he  fpilt  his  blood, 
And  gave  his  love  as  free  ; 

Then  take  ray  heart,  O  Lord  my  Godj 
And  give  this  love  to  me. 

5  May  I  thy  goodnefs  fing, .  - 
And  tell  the  world,  thy  love, 

'Titl  I  awake  with- God  my  king, 
In  the  fweet  realms  above. 

HYMN  LXIX.     Long  Metre*. 
Defiringto  be  led  by  Chrijt. 

LEAD  me,  O  thou  immortal  Dove, 
In  peace  while  thro'  this  world  I  rove  s 
And  let  me  always  feel  a  ray 
Of  light  from  thine  eternal  day* 

2  When  thou  art  nigh  my  foul  is  well .3  . 
J. feel  what  tongues  can  never  tell  3 


--62  U    Y   M   N    5.  #.    V. 

Sweet  peace  and  joy  that  is  divine, 
Heals  and  tranfpons  this  fowl  of  mine. 

3  I  afk  no  joy  but  in  my  Chrift  ; 
Let  me  no  o'her  pleafureS  tafte  ; 
And  O  !    my  JeT'is,  dwell  wiih  me,- 
And  where  thoti  art  there  let  me  be., 

4  I  know  thy  goodnefs  is  fo  great 
To  do  me  good  js  thy  delight  ; 
Thine  arm  of  love  thou  wilt  employ 
To  lead  my  foul  to  perfect  joy. 

HYMN  LXX.      Common   Metre, 
Always  kappy  xvhen  Chrijl  is  enjoyed, 

1WT  HEN  l  en',oy lhe  love  of  chrill> 

V  V    I'm  bisft  where  e'er  I  go; 
My  weary  foul  enjoys  a  refl3 
And  iofes  ail  her  woe.- 

2  When  I  am  try 'd  he  bears  my  grief? 
And  doth  my  foes  dellroy  ; 

When  in  difirefs  he  brines  relief 

o 

With  his  immortal  joy. 

3  If  I  in  diftant  lands  fhould  dwc!i?- 
Remote  from  human  face, 

Yet  w::h  my  Chnfi  I  (houid  be  well, 
And  triumph  in  his  grace. 

4  If  I  fnould  iofe  my  --:ortal  breath, 
Yet  finding  Jtfus  nigh,. 

JNly  loul  f»iouid  triumph  over  death, 
Fori  fiiould  never  die. 

5  When-all  thefe  worlds  (hall  be  no  more. 
And  liars  fiiall  ceafe  to  fhine, 


B%\r.  K  Y  M  N  Si  363 

My  kingdom  Hands  forever  fure, 
For  Jefus  Chrift  is  mine. 

6  And  O,  this  blefTed  Chrift:  is  mine  ! 

Then  what  can  I  have  more  ? 
I  fhall  with  him  in  glory  mine 

When   fiorms  are  all  blown  o'er. 

HYMNLXXI.      Common  Metre. 
Panting  after  the  full  enjoyment  of  Goda. 
iT3  LEST  morn  when  I  mail  land 
JL3  With  all  the  faints  above! 

1  reel  my  feet  at  Chrift's  right  hand, 

When  I  can  find  his  love. 

2  In  Chrift  I  am  fo  bleft, 
To  have  my  portion  there  % 

I  often  fee i  that  heav'nly  reft*. 
While  I  am  traveling  here,. 

3  I  foon  fhall  foar  and  fing 
In  everlafting  joy  ; 

The  love_and  beauties  of  my  King, 
Shall  ev'ry  thought  employ. 

4  There  in  immortal  bloom, 

My  Jefus  I'll  adore, 

And  love  the  hand  that  brought  me  home 
o 

To  live  forever  more, 

H  Y-M-N     LXXII.   Long  Metre. 

Drawn  by  the  love  of  Chrift. 

iTT  OW  great  thy  love,  O  Prince  of  Peace  V 

JLJb   Nor  can  thy  goodnefs  ever  ceafe  ; 
What  can  my  heart  or  paiTion  do, 
If  unarfe&ed  with  thy  love  ? 


H   Y  M  N  S.  ft  v 

2  Thy  love  from  the  celeiliai  plain, 
Stoop'd  to  the  earth  to  bear  my  pain  ; 
Thy  love  recleem'd  my  foul  from  hell; 
Thy  love  makes  me  in  glory  dwell. 

3  No  other  love  my  foul  would  know, 
But  that  which  doth  from  Jcfus  flow  ; 
Away  ye  bars,  ye  rocks  removes 
And  give  me  room  for  Chrift  my  love. 

4  Revive  in  me,  O  iove  divine, 

That  heart  and  kingdom  which  is  thine  p 
When  time  is  done  bear  me  away, 
O  love  to  everlafting  day. 

HYMN  LXXI.'I-     Long     Metre. 
AttraEied  with  the  thoughts  of  the  full  enjoyment 
of  God. 
HOW  the  thought  attrafts  my  heart 
That  I  flioald  once  awake  with  God, 
Clouds  from  my  foul  forever  part, 

And  feafts  with  angels  round  his  board  l< 

2  How  fhould  I  fail  the  peaceful  (bore 
In  feas  of  everlaflmg  love  ! 

With1  lefts  re»Vn  forevermore 
in  thtfe  eternal  realms  above. 

3  There  fcenes  ofciidlefs  pleafures  rife, 
And 'foul-tranfpoi  ting  wonders  roll, 

While  Chrift  allures  my  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  transports  aii  my  active  foul. 

4  ThQre  with  the  winged  holts  I'll  foar, 
Infpir'd  with  an  immortal  flame  ; 

My  puwVs  increafe  forevermore, 
While  gazing  on  ths  worthy  Lamb*- 


3.V*  H  Y  M  N  S.  36^ 

HYMNLXXIV.      Common  Metre. 
Chriji's  death  declares. his  love  is  free. 
j'  r  a  ^vVAS  love  without  a  bound  or  fhorc 

JL       That  brought  Jehovah  down  ; 
If  I  believe  he  wants  no  more, 
To  brinf  me  to  (he  crown. 

2  Behold  the  unner's  friend  appeals 
Among  the  guilty  race  ] 

His  birth,  his  life  and  death  declares 
Free  and  unbounded  grace. 

3  But  unbelief  where  e'er  it  reigns, 
Rejects  this  bound iefs  love  ; 

And  if  retain'd  fo  ''ncreafe.  the  chains, 
The  foul  can  never  move. 

4  Had  God'.s  eternal  love  abound, 
Or  partial  love  had  reign'd, 

Mj  foul  would  never  mercy  found? 
But  in  my  (ins  remain'd. 

5  To  ChriH  who  fpreads  his  love  fofree 
Doth  endlefs  praife  belong  ; 

.And  O  !    his  boundlefs  love  (hall  be 
The  faints  eternal  fong. 

HYMN  LXXV.     Common  Metrefi 
The  chriflian's  triumph, 
i    A    LL  hail,  incarnate  lover  hail  ! 

X~3L     Thy  mighty  arm  of  love 
Shall  over  all  our  foes  prevail, 

And  give  us  crowns  above. 
2  Thou  dy'd  Almighty  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  tailed  death  and  hell, 


366  HYMNS.  B<  V. 

That  forrows  might  forever  ceafe, 
And  we  in  glory  dwell. 

3  Soon  we  (hall  in  full  glory  ride, 
Like  conquerors  divine  ; 

With  thee  our  Captain  at  our  fide, 
And  z\i  the  glcry  thine. 

4  We'll  fmg  the  conqueft  of  thy  death. 
And  triumph  over  hell  ; 

IncreaGng  in  immortal  birth, 
While  we  in  glory  dwell. 

5  There  wafted  on  the  wings  of  love 
Lofe  all  the  fenfe  of  pain  ; 

Ail  manfion?d  in  the  realms  above 
Shall  with  Jehovah  reign. 

6  O  Jefus  hail  !    all  glory  thou, 
Who  did  the  world  reftore  ! 

Let  ev'ry  world,  and  fyftem  bow 
Thy  goodnefs  to  adore  ! 

HYMN  LXXVI.     long  Metre, 
The  believing  Hebrews, 
l-QHOUT  brethren  for  the  Lord  hath  bryke 
O   The  fata!  bands  of  Pharaoh's  yoke  ! 
Our  foulc  have  left  the  fiavifli  ground, 
And  now  to  Canaan's  land  are  bound. 

2  God  hath  cefiroy'd  by  his  high  hand 
Both  horfe  and  Rider  in  the  fand  ; 
And  we  with  Miriam  will  ling 

All  glory  to  the  Hebrews  king. 

3  He  frill  will  make  my  foes  to  fall  ; 
He'll  be  our  Captain  flreng-h  and  all  j 


B.  -V.  HYMN  Se  s6-7 

-Our  Jefos  leads  us  by  his  band 
For  to  pcffefs  the  promis'd  land. 

4  Then  let  ns  tread  the  defert  through^ 
Bid  all  our  loves  and  fears  adieu  ; 

A  fire  by  night  (hall  lead  cur  way, 
And  a  bleft  cloud  of  love  by  day, 

5  Chrift  is  the  ftream  mall  us  puTfue, 
And  cheer  us  all  the  defert  through  ; 
We  are  furrounded  with  his  love, 
And  feed  on  rnanna  fromabove. 

6  Let  unbelief  no  more  be  known, 
And  ev'ry  murrr/ring  thought  be  gone? 
If  we  the  God  of  truth  believe 

We  fhali  go  in,  the  crown  receive. 

".7  O  thcu  immortal  Hebrew's  king, 
Thy  name  with  joy  we  gladly  ling, 
Thou  bought  thy  tribes  with  blood  divine. 
And  now  we  are  forever  thine. 

HYMN  LXXVII.     Long  Metre* 
The  wonders  in  Chrift's  death, 
iTT  O  W  vaft  Moriah  is  thy  blood  ! 
•JL'JL   Enormous  guilt !  a  bleeding  God  ! 
See  heav'n  and  hell  upon  the  tree  ! 
A  Saviour  dies  and  lives  for  me. 

2  A  God  in  agonies  of  death, 
And  for  his  foes  refigns  his  breath  ; 
Behold  him  crufn'd  beneath  my  guilt, 
Until  his  vital  blood  he  fpilt  ! 

3  But  O  I'm  loft  how  can  it  be^ 
Jehovah  luffers  thisfor  me  ?  Hfc 


358  HYMNS.  B.  V, 

O  yes  fo  boundlefs  was  his  love, 
He  dies  to  bear  my  foul  above  ! 

4   Away  all  other  loves  away. 
And  mount  my  foul  to  the  bright  day 
Where  love  immortal  {hall  inflame 
My  ravifh'd  heart  to  praife  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  LXXVIII.      Particular  Metre, 
C hoofing  Chrifl. 
3  T_T  ERE  gladly  at  thy  feet  I  fall, 
JL  JL    My  God,  my  king,  my  friend,  my  all^ 

And  there  I  choofe  my  lading  feat  ; 
Art  thou  not  all  my  portion  Lord  ? 
Do  not  I  count  thee  my  reward? 

Is  not  my  glory  at  thy  feet  ? 

2  Does  not  my  fpirit  long  to  be. 
With  all  my  pow'rs  bound  up  in  thee, 

With  bands  of  everlafting  love  ? 
I'd  live  with  thee  while  time  (hou!d  rolJ^ 
Then  praife  and  love  with  all  my  foul, 

In  the  eternal  realm:  above. 

3  Though  here  my  fees  befet  my  way, 
A*nd  often  lead  my  foul  aftray  ; 

Yet  Lord  thou  know'il  I  love  thee  full  j 
Nor  can  I  think,  that  I  am  blefr, 
Or  ever  find  a  moment's  reft, 

But  when  my  fathers  love  I  feel. 

4  O  let  me  ever  fee  thy  face, 

And  fee!  thy  love,  and  fing  thy  grace, 
Long  as  I  tread  this  mortal  more  ; 

Then  when  I  take  my  happy  fi'ght, 

J  fiiajj  awake  in  realms  of  light, 

And  part  from  thee  my  God  no  more. 


B.    V.  HYMNS.  3% 

I  HYMN  LXXIX.    Long  Metre. 
Longing  to  be  more  in  love  with  Chrifta 

1  TESUS,  my  Lord,  I  thirft  for  ihee  ; 

^    Wrapt  in  thy  love  my  foul  would  be  ; 
Deicend  O  thou  immortal  Dove, 
And  fill  me  with  the  Saviour's  love. 

2  With  zeal  I  would  my  Chrift  purfue3 
And  bid  created  joys  adieu  ; 

Nor  can  I  give  my  fplrit  reft, 
Till  fully  in  his  love  I'm  bleft. 

3  O  Jefus  lead  me  on  my  way9 
Till  I  (hall  reach  eternal  day  ; 
Let  the  attraction  of  thy  love, 
Bear  me  away  to  realms  above. 

,  4  There  in  thofe  feas  of  joy  divine^ 
My  foul  (hall  in  full  glory  fnine  ; 
Gaze  on  thy  beauty  and  adore 
My  God  my  all  forevermore. 

HYMN   LXXX.     Common  Mstre; 
Mount  Pifgah. 
i  TV  TQW  on  the  borders  of  our  land, 
Jl\       We'll  raife  a  cheerful  voice  ; 
And  while  our  fouls  thus  gazing  fland, 
Let  ev'ry  heart  rejoice. 

2  We'll  trim  our  lamps  with  grace  divinC| 
And  wait  our  bridegroom's  call  ; 

We  mall  with  him  in  glory  mine, 
Where  he  is  all  in  all. 

3  We  are  his  bride  redeem'd  with  blood, 
And  feal'd  upon  his  bread  ; 


370  H  Y  M  N  S.  15. V, 

And  foon  he'll  take  us  home  to  God, 
To  be  forever  bleft. 

4   And  when  we  hear  our-matler  call, 

We  will  with  joy  obey  ; 
For  Jefus  is  cur  all  in  all, 

Then  why  lhould  we  delay  ? 

*   O  what  transporting  fcenes  of  joy- 
Shall  open  to  our  view  ! 

Eternal  anthems  our  employ, 
In  joys  forever  new. 

6   Think  fellow  pilgrims,  what  delight, 

Shall  ravifli  every  heart  ! 
With  Jefus  in  the  realms  of  light, 
Where  we  (hall  never  part. 

HYMN  LXXXI.     Long  Metre. 
Longing  for  more  love, 

1  TE3US  I  love  and  him  adore, 

1    tfut  O  I  fain  would  love  him  more  ; 
hiy  panting  heart  would  fain  be  free, 
And  nothing  love  O  Chrlil,  but  thee. 

2  When  I  his  floop  for  man  review, 
And  tl •■..!■;  fjr  me  he  fuffer'd  too, 

I  gaze,  I  love,  and  I  adore, 

Yet  wonder  why  I  love  no  more. 

3  When  I  enjoy  a  heav'i  !y  ray 
I  feel  my  foul  is  borne  away, 

Yet  when  I  o'er  his  goodnefs  rove, 
Why  am  I  not  wrapt  up  in  love  ? 

4  I  often  feel  that  Chrift  is  mine 
And  drink  at  tirnfts  the  heav'n-Jy  wine, 


B.  V.  H  Y  M  N  S.  37* 

Yet  Lord  I  wonder  I  can  be 

80  carelefs  and  fo  far  from  thee, 

5   Well  fince  my  foul  belongs  to  God, 

I'll  triumph  on  the  heav'nly  road  ; 

Trufhng  ere  long,  to  take  my  flight 

To  join  the  fons  of  perfecl  light. 

HYMN  LXXXII.     Common  Metre. 
No  fellow  flip  with  Chrijt  and  the  world* 
i"\7*£  earthly  fcenes,  an  empty  boaft, 
JL        I  bid  your  toys  adieu  \ 

1  never  can  enjoy  my  Chrift 

"While  I  your  charms  purfue. 

2  When  worldly  cares  perplex  my  mind, 
Or  earthly  charms  allure, 

Nothing  but  fcenes  of  death  I  find, 
And  conftant  Eorms  endure, 

3  But  when  my  Jefus  I  enjoy, 
Though  earth  and  hell  fnould  frown, 

I'm  well,  and  count  the  world  a  toy, 
For  I  poffefs  a  crown. 

4  Then  let  the  world  go  well  or  ill, 
If  I  keep  near  my  Chrift 

I  need  not  fear  for  a'l  is  well, 
And  ev'ry  tri-al  loft. 

HYMN  LXXXIII.    Common  Metre, 

Soaring  after  joys  divine. 
1T    ORB  I  can  live  on  hufks  no  more, 

JL  J  I  pant  for  joys  divine  ; 
My  foul  to  realms  of  blifs  would  foar, 

And  donk  of  Jiving  wine.  H       k 


373  H  Y  M  N  Si  B.  V. 

2  O  for  thy  wings  immortal  dove,-. 
To  reach  thofe  climes  of  blifs  I 

Soon  would  I  folacein  thy  love, 
And  dwell  where  Jefus  is. 

3  There  would  I  drink  immortal  joy, 
And  in  full  glory  blaze  ; 

Tranfporting  themes  be  my  employ, 
While  on  my  God  I  gaze. 
HYMN  LXXXIV.      Particular  Metre.. 

Dejiring  no  portion  but  Chrijl, 
iVTO  portion  Lord  do  I  defire, 
JL^I       Nor  for  no  other  joys  afpire. 

Bat  thee  my  Chrifr,  thou  worthy  Lamb, 
From  other  loves  I  would  be  iree, 
And  know  no  life  nor  joy  but  thee, 

And  fpend  my  days  to  found  thy  fame,. 

2  My  Cod  inflame  me  with  thy  love, 
Give  me  the  meeknefs  of  the  dove, 

And  eyes  divine  that  I  may  fee  ; 
Earth's  grandeur  I  efteem  but  drofs3 
To  win  the  glories  of  the  crefs, . 

And  live  my  Jefus  near  to  thee.  ; 

3  And  O  !  when  I  fhall  once  arife 
To  the  fair  realms  above  the  flues 

Then  fhall  I  fee  thee  face  to  face 
From  all  thefe  dorms,  my  foul  {hall   refr, 
And  lean  upon  thy  facred  bread, 

And  fhout  the  wonders  of  toy  grace, 

4  There  (hall  I  drink  celeftiaPftreams, 
And  ha  fit.  in  heav'n's  immortal  beams, 

W&h'jby  and  vigour  all  divine  ; 


3.  V.  HYM  N  Si.  373: 

There  all  the  heav'nly  armies  fing 
Immortal  honors  to  their  King, 
And  all  as  one  in  glory  fiiine. 

KYMN  LXXXV.     Short  Metre,. 

God  all  in  all, 

1  "TSSUS  my  God  is  mine, 

I       And  I  have  known  his  love  |- 
Soon  I  (hall  fwim  in  joys  divine, - 
With  all  the  faints  above, 

2  There  I  ffeal!  ever  be, 

(Thro*  God's  unbounded  grace) 
And  drink  from  that  eternal  fea 
Of  joy  and  perfetl  blifs, 

£  There  is  no  fhades  of  nighr, 

Where  I  with  God  mail  reign  j 
But  beams  of  uncreated  light 

Spread  o'er  the  heav'nly  plain, . 

4  How  vaft  thofe  plea fu  res  be. 
Beyond  what  tongue  can  tell, 

Where  I  expeft  e'er  long  to  be, 
And  with  my  Jefus  dwell  ! 

5  Becaufe  my  God  is  good,- 
I  have  a  portion  there  ; 

And  fince  he  wafhJd  me  in  his  blood, 
I  fhall  with  angels  fhare, 

6  I  know  he's  all   my  jo^  3 
I  afk  no  other  food  ;. 

His  name  lhall  be  my  whole  employ 9 
And  everlafting  good, 


37-4  K  Y  M  N  &  BA 

-fj  Jefus  fince  rtiou  art  mine, 

My  life  my  joy  my  friend, 
Let  everiafling  praife  be  thine, 

My  foul  can  fay  Amen. 

HYMN  LXXXVI.     Long  Metre. 

Afcnfe  of  being  forever  with  Chrift  fur  mounts  al 
the  trials  of  the  zoay, 

*jT\  CAN  it  be  that  I  (hall  land, 

\^s      One  day  with  all  the  faints  above', 
For  to  rejoice  at  Chrift's  right  hand, 
In  his  unbounded  fea  of  love  ! 

2   This  makes  me  face  a  frowning  world, 
And  bid  their  charms  and  fears  adieu  ; 

Soon  from  their  rage  I  fliall  be  call'd 
Where  joys  diivine  are  ever  new, 

3' Thus  I  could  triumph  over  death, 
And  take  with  joy  my  laft  remove. 

When  I  can  feel  the  heav'nly  birth 
Rifing  in  everlafting  love, 

4  O  happy  hour  to  take  my  flight 
From  all  remains  of  death  and  fin  ! 

To  reign  in  thofe  fvveet  realms  of  light 
Where  death  nor  fin  will  ne'er  be  feeiu 

5  Some  tiroes  I  feel  my  portion  there, 
And  find  my  Jefus  in  my   heart, 

Then  I  triumph  o'er  all  my  fear, 
And  bid  all  earthly  charms  depart. 

6  In  heav'n  my  only  joys  fliall  be  ; 
I'll  have  no  other  peace  nor  reft  ; 


BTV.  H  Y  M  NS. 


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There  mall  I  reign  O  God,  with  thee, 
With  all  I  want  forever  bfehV 

HYMN-  LXXXVII.     Long  Metre. 
No  reft  for  the  chrijlian  without  Chrijl*- 
i  Q INNERS,  O  God  with  but  a  toy 

k3*     Can  laugh  and  be  amus'd  and  Ting,. 
But  if  I  do  not  thee  enjoy 

To  me  their  joys  are  but  a  fting. 

2  Since  I  have  known  redeeming  love, 
And  found  immortal  pleafures  fmil'd^ 

What  e'er  I  do,  where  e'er  I  rove, 
All  other  joys  to  me    are  fpoil'd0 

3  I'll  bid  created  blifs  adieu, 
And  never  afk  a  portion  there, 

While  I  the  fource  of  joy  purfue,  > 
And  in  immortal  glories  (h-are, 

4  I  afk  no  life,  OChri ft  but   thee, 
Nor  would  I  count  another  love  ; 

But  where  thou  art,  there  I  mart  be, 
I  can't  confent  from  thee  to  move, 
HYMN  LXXXVIIL.    Particular   Metres 
A  fong  of  praife  to  the  Redeemer. 
i    \  WAKE,   awake  ten  thoufand  tongues? 
X~Jk.     And  raife  your  moll  exalted  fongs 
Around  the  great  incarnate  name  [ 
While  heav'nly  love  your  breafls  infpires^ 
Let  ivorlds  above  in  fa c red  lyre 
Refound  his  everlafting  fame. 
2   Ye  that  have  reach'd  th*  immortal  plains 
Roufe,  roufe,  your  mod  exalted  drains, 
And  bend  your  fceptres  round  his  throne  ;; 


'06  HYMNS.  B 

Tell  how  he  threw  his  glory  by, 
%Vich  pity  ftoop'd  below  the   fky, 

And  made  his  love  to  mortals  known, 

3  Teli  how  he  bow'd  his  glorious  head 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

And  felt  the  pangs  of  hell  and  death  J 
"What  forrows  did  his  foul  fuftain 
"When  he  endur'd  the  finners  pain. 

And  groan'd  his  laft  expiring  breath. 

4  Sing  how  the  mighty  conquer  rofe 
Triumphing  over  all  his  foes, 

And  trampled  death  beneath  his  feet  £ 
Lift  up  your  headO  Adam's  race  ! 
And  (host  the  wonders  of  his  grace  i 

For  you  he  fills  the  mercy  feat. 

5  Whoever  will  may  mount  above, 
There's  none  excluded  from  his  love, 

But  thofe  who  choofe  the  way  to  hel!  ; 
Hear  raorrals,  hear  the  Saviour's  voice, 
Believe  and  in  his  love  rejoice, 

And  in  eternal  glory  dwell. 

HYMN  LXXX1X.  Common  Metre. 
Heaven  enjoyed  on  earth* 
i/"^Y  THE  fweet  glimpfes  of  thy  face, 

\Jr    My  Jefus  and  my  love  ! 
When  I  can  feel  thy  boundlefs  grace 
I  tafte  the  joys  above. 

a   Thou  art  the  fource  of  heav'nly  blifs 

And' Angels  chief  delight  ; 
And  where  thou  art  there  glory  is 

To  aH  the  Ions  of  light, 


0.  V.  K  Y  M  N  S.  £M 

3  And  fince,  O  God,  that  life  divine 
Thou  to  my  .foul  hath  giv'n, 

When  I  can  feel  thy  glory  fhine 
My  foul  enjoys  a  heav'n. 

4  Thvfelf  is  .all  the  heav'n  I  want  % 
But  when  a  glimpfe  I  feel. 

My  foul  for  freedom  Lord  doth  pant, 
That  jhe(may  drink  her  fill. 

HYMN  XC.     Long  Metre. 
Feeling  fame  revivals  of  life  divine. 

1  A    RISE  my  foul  and  foar  away, 

JLJw     I  hear  my  Saviour's  charming  voice  ^ 
And  when  I  feel  but  one  frnall  ray 
It  makes  my  panting  foul  rejoice. 

2  And  is  my  bleffed  Jefus  nigh  ? 
And  art  thou  calling  Lord  forme  ? 

Yes,  for  it  lifts  my  foul  on  high, 

And  makes  me  long  with  hirn  to  be0 

3  My  foul  this  charming  voice  purfue, 
Nor  ever  from  thy  leader  rove, 

Till  thou  {ha II  bid  thefe  worlds  adieu. 
Awake,  and  fwim  in  boundlefs  love. 
HYMN  XCI.     Long  Metre. 
Surprifed  at  God's  love. 
if?  O  R  me  dear  Saviour  haft  thou  bled  ? 

JC       Ah  i    Lord,  I  feel  thy  love  divine  $ 
Yea  thou  haft  rais'd  me  from  the  dead, 
And  gave  my  foul  a  life  with  thine. 

2   O  what  a  thought  !    furpris'd  I  be, 

That  God  mould  floop  from  realms  abovev» 


3-78  II  Y  M  N  S.  Bo  V, 

And  die  to  give  a  wretch  like  me 
A  raanfion  in  his  boundlefs  love. 

3  Imprefs,  O  thou  eternal  king, 
Thefe  truths  of  love  on  al!  mv  foul  ; 

Thy  name  I  will  with  wonder  fing 
,  When  mortal  worlds  (hall  ceafe  to  roll, 

4  O  how  tranfported  I  (hall  be 
When  I  am  quit  from  all  but  love  ! 

My  God  and  {hall  I  reign  with  thee 
In  thine  eternal  realms  above  ? 

5  Ah  !    it  was  gcodnefs  like  thy  felt 
To  (loop  and  take  my  guilt  away  ; 

To  pluck  me  from  the  difmal  gulph, 
And  feat  me  in  eternal  day. 

HYMN  XCII.     Long  Metre. 

Curfongs  of  praijc  a  benefit  tons,  but  not  to' God  a 

l-O  HOULD  angels  raife  eternal  ftrains, 
Js3      Or  ceafe  to  lift  a  note  of  praife, 
Jehovah  flill  the  fame  remains, 

Not  help'd  nor  injur'd  by  their  lays. 

2  What  then  0  God  are  notes  like  mine, 
So  languid  on  a  fingle  tongue  ? 

Yet  when  I  feel  that  life  divine 
I  love  to  drain  a  heav'nly  fong. 

3  Sometimes  -when  I  my  Jefus  fing, 
It  flirs  and  bears  my  heart  away, 

Then  would  I  flrain  the  utmoft  firing 
To  waft  me  on  the  heav'nly  way. 

4  But  O  how  low  thefe  mortal  {trains-! 
Yet  will  I  play  on  ev'ry  ccrd, 


B.'V.  H  Y  M  N-S.  379 

Until  I  reach  the  blifsful  plains 
•  To  reign  ibrever  with  my  Lord. 

HYMN   XCIXJ.      Long    Metre. 
The  christians  Jinging  on  their  way. 
>;,QHALL  thofethat    tread  the  road  to  hell 
».\J      Go  laughing  on  with  merry  fongs, 
And  we  who'll  foon  in  glory,  dwell, 
With  fcarce  a  note  upon  our  tongues, 

2  Awake  O  all  ye  heirs  of  blifs, 
And  bid  your  floth  and  fears  adieu. 

Since  Chrift  is  yours,. and  you  are  his, 
You  may  fing  all  your  journey  through, 

3  Who  but  the  fens  of  light  mould  ling? 
Who  elfe  can  wear  a  cheerful  fmiie  ? 

";  They're  children  of  th'  eternal  King, 
All  others  in  the  road  to.  hell. 

4  .Lord  we  would  raife  our  cheerful  (trains 
While  through  thefe  mortal  dimes  we  rove^ 

Then  foar  to  thofe  immortal  plains 
To  lofe  ourfejves  in  thy  great  love. 
HYMN   ■  XCIV.      Particular  Metre. 
A  heavenly  rapture. 
ir\  VTETHLNKS  I  feel  a  warm  defire, 
,,JLV.Jl   Enlivened  with  immortal  fire, 

in  this  lmpnfon-'d  heart  of  mine  J 
And  longs  to  wing  Life  If  away 
To  realms  of  everlafting  day 
;  To  lofty  themes  and  fcenes  divine, 

2   In  records  of  eternal  fame 
'There  ismy  portion,  there  my  name, 

And  ihere  methinks  my  God  I  fee  ;         I  l 


3£o  HYMN  S.  B.  V. 

Where  angels  fail  with  lofty  wing, 
And  feraphs  tune  th'  immortal  firings, 
There,  there  my  fpirit  longs  to  be. 

3  Thofe  boundlefs  realms  of  joy  divine*, 
Thofe  faints  and  angels  all  are  mine, 

Jefus  my  Saviour  makes  them  fo  ; 
And  foon  he'll  call  me  home  to  reft 
Ac  his  right  hand  forever  bleii, 

With  ail  that  faints  or  angels  know. 

4  There  I  {hall  tread  above  the  liars. 
And  laugh  at  hell's  inteftine  jars, 

The  fun  and  moon  beneath  my  feet  i 
There  I  mail  tread  the  blifsful  fhore, 
And  mourn  my  diflant  friend  no  more, 

Where  Tefus  reigns  there  is  my  feato      i 

,5  Unbounded  love  will  fliine  on  me, 
The  mighty  fiat  I  fn all  fee 

Shine  forth  in  his  meridian  blaze  ; 
Perfe&ion  in  transparent  light 
Shining  beyond  conception  brighf, 

Calls  ev'ry  pow'r  aloft  to  gaze. 

6   Thus  gazing  with  delight  I  flanc, 
Surprifing  fcenes  on  either  hand, 

To  fuck  me  in  their. joyful  tide  ; 
The  more  I  fee  the  more  I  love, 
My  raptur'd  foul  flill  foars  above, 

From  pole  to  pole  in  wonders  glide. 

n  Thus  burning  in  the  facred  flame, 
}^,Oit  to  the  Mate  from  whence  I  came, 
Nor  room  lo  afl;  how,  wherever  when  ; 


B.V.  U  Y  M  N  S.\  s'8-t 

The  prefent  fcenes  engage  my  foul, 
And  ev'ry  pow'r  of  thought  controul, 
I'm  loll  with  joy  in  God,  Amen. 

HYMN  XCV.     Long  Metre, 

The  ckrijlian's  theme, 

i  IT    ET  earthly  minds  feed  on  a  dream, 

_f.  J  And  make  an  empty  found  their  theme3 
Jefus  (hali  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 
His  dying  love  fhaii  be  my  fong. 

2  His  name  deferves  my  heart  and  voice£ 
This  is  the  name  makes  me  rejoice, 

Nor  dare  I  boaft  another  name, 
Therefore  this  Chrift  fnall  be  ray   theme »- 

3  Was  I  to  fpeak  of  joys  above3 
•  This  Jefus  is  their  fea  of  Jove  % 

Or  if  I  tell  of  joys  beiow, 

This  Chrift  ifall  the  foul  can  know, 

4  Should  I  of  wifdom  think  to  tell, 
There's  none  but  what  .in  him  doth  dwell  % 
Or  fpeak  of  beauties  here  I'm  charm'dj 
While  others  ail  appear  deform'd, 

5  If  I  am  afie'd  to  tell  his  name, 
It's  Love  \  his  nature  is  the  fame  ; 
Goodnefs  he  is  ;  a  boundlefs  fea, 
And  loves  that  goodnefs  to  difplay, 

6  He  loves  to  help  the  vile  and  poor  | 
Ke  fpreads  his  love  at  ev'ry  door, 
He  ukes  delight  to  raife  the  dead, 
And  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  breada 


3$2  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  V. 

7  This  is  the  C h r i ft  I  would  adore, 
"Whofe  love  hath  neither  bound  nor  more  ; 
But  O  his  worth  I  ne'er  can  telK 

If  on  the  theme  I  ever  dwell, 

8  Yet  I  fo  much  have  felt  his  name, 
It  fhall  forever  be  my  theme  ; 

But  loft  in  wonder  I  {ball  be, 
Long  as  I  fail  the   boundiefs  fea. 

HYMN  XCVI.     Long  Metre. 
Chrijl  toorthy  cf  all  love  and  adoration* 

WORTHY  art  thou  immortal  Lamb, 
To  be  the  whole  creation's  theme  j 
JAy  heart  all  ravifii'd  longs  to  raife 
My  notes  cf  love  in  heav'nly  lays. 

2  I  feel  my  foul  in  love  with  ib.ee. 
And  with  thee  pants  and  longs  to  be 
"Where  no  intruding  thought  fhall  move 
To  interrupt  my  charms  of  love.    - 

3  Thy  charms  dear  Chrift  attracl  my  foul, 
And-  fhall  my  firongeft  pow'rs  controul  ; 
I'll  praife  thee  while  this  earth  I  rove, 
And  in  eternal  realms  above. 

HYMN  XCVII.     Lang  Metre. 
Feeling  of  Chrift' s  love,  and  panting  for  more 

SWEET  are  the  rays  of  facred   love  ! 
They  call  my  foul  to  realms  above  ; 
liirop  the  earth,  difdain  her  charms, 
O  hand  me  to  my  Saviour's  arms. 

2    Some  rays  cf  love  divine  I  feel, 
Cheers  all  my  foul,  allures  my  will,.. 


B.  V.  H  Y  M  N  S.  385 

But  O  for  a  more  fpeedy  flight 

To  bear  me  home  to  realms  of  light  ! 

3  If  Chrifi  hath  made  falvation  mine, 
Let  me  poflefs  my  realm  divine  ; 
Thofe  climes  tranfporting  let  me  fee, 
And  ever  with  my  Jefus  be. 

4  O  happy  morn,  when  all  my  foul 
Is  ravifti'd  with  my  love,  my  all  ! 
My  lieart  inflam'd  with  facred  fire, 
Shall  ever  join  feraphic  lyre. 

HYMN  XCVIJl*     Long    Metre. 
A  morning  walk, 

1  /^\UICK  as  the  folar  beams  difplay, 
\^£    And  night's  black  veil  is  thrown  aGde: 

In  hopes  to  meet  a  brighter  day, 
I  rife  in  themes  divine  to  glide. 

2  I  tread  the  meads,  and  walk  the  grove, 
Where  morning  fongfiers  chant  their  layy 

While  I  purfue  myheav'nlv  love, 
And  notes  of  facred  pleature  raife. 

3  The  earth  refrefivd  with  beams  that  ihine 
From  this  bright  fun  that  gilds  the  day, 

While  I  am  Melt  with  beams  divine 
That  takes  my  midnight  veil  away. 

4  Soon  as  I  meet  theheav'nly  morn, 
1  £ng  for  joy  and  mount  on  high, 

My  glooms,  my  fears,  my  foes  are  gone? 
And  O  I  find  mv  Tefus  nigh  ! 

5  ■  And  will  not  mortals  leave  their  bed 

To-  feek  and  meet  a  friend  like  thi.s;     I  i  2 


3»4  H  Y  M  N  S.  B.  V. 

While  he  around  their  dcors  doth  tread, 
And  courts  them  to  his  arms  of  blifs  ? 

6   My  fou!  no  more  aflame  thy  fhroud 

Of  carnal  floih  or  needlefs  fieep, 
Thy  Jefus  for  tbee  calls  aloud,  . 

And  o'er  thy  fiumb'ring  hours  doth  weep* 

7   Dwell  O  my  Chriil.  with  life  divine, 

Refifllefs  vigour  in  my  foul  ; 
And  may  I  tread  in  fieps  of  thine 

Till  mortal  changes  ceafe  to  roll, 

3  Then  will  I  qjtit  thefe  (hades  of  nighty 
And  mount  upon  the  morning  wing 

To  climes  of  uncreated  light, 

Where  ferapbs  drain  th'  immortal  firing.. 

g  Thsre  Mhalt  with  my  Jefus  d^ell 
In  dazz'nng  beams  of  blazing  love, 
Mv  joys  no  cherub's  tongue  can  tell, 
Ivly  Ghrilt  is  all  the  joys  above. 

HYMN   XCIX.  '  Long  lieire. 
A  univtrjaljbng. 

1  A  WAKE  my  foul,  ftretch  ev'ry  though*  ; 
1~\  Praife  bira  to  whom- all  praife  belongs 

The  wonder-s-that  his  love  hath  wrought. 
Demands  a  universal  fong. 

2  He  rais'd  the  univerfal  frame,  . 
And  bid  their  wheels  in  order  move  3 

Then  let  created  realms  proclaim, 
His  wifdom  and  immortal  love. 

3  Roufc  earth  with  all  your  beaut'ous  form:r  . 
Aid    found  abroad  your  maker's  frill  ; 


B,  -V.'.  H  Y  M  N  Si  3S.5 

Ye  lofty  heights,  and  grov'Iing  worms, 
Refound  his  praife  from  hill  to  hill.  - 

4  Awake  thou  beli'wing  ocean  wide, 
Roufe  all  ilie  tenants  of  your  deep  ; 

And  let  the  murmurs  of  your  tide, 
Boil  up,  and  in  his  praifes  leap. 

5  Ye  cragged  rocks- around  the  main? 
And  fragrant  flow'rs  of  ev'ry  hue, 

With  the   tall  cedars  of  the  plain. 
AH  join  to  praife  your  maker  too, 

6  Ye  howling  beafts   that  roam  the  wooclj 
And  feed  upon  your  maker's  hand, 

Roar  out  the  praifes  of  your  God, 

And  bow  your  ftrength  at  his  command, 

7  Ye  winged  troops  of  every  kind  < 
That  fail  and  crcfs  the  fluid  air  ; 

(Since  for  his  praife  ye  were   defign'd) 
From  pole  to  pole  his  name   declare. 

3   Ye  fparkling  globes  that  drefs  the  night3 
And  tread  your  orbit  fpheres 'o  true. 

While  ye  refiecl  a  glimpfe  of  light 
Roll  round  and  fpeak  -hii  praifes  too. 

9  And  ye  bright  climes  where  angels  dwell,-'-- 
E/rilnren'a  with  immortal  flame, 

Roufe  all  your  fofls,  they  beH  can  tell 
The  g'ories  of  your  maker's  name, 

10  And  O  ye  crowds  of  Adam's  race,   , 
Awake  and  bid  yemr  floth  adisu  -3  ; 


$6  HYMN  S.-  B.V.- 

Crowd  in  the  courts  of  bound lefs  grace, 
And  fing  Jehovah's  praffes  too, 

11    And  ye,  O  difentangled  faints, 

"Who  tread  the  blifsfu!  plains  above, 
Soar  in  your  mod  exalted  drains 

To  (hout  your  great  Redeemer's  love, 
*2   Now  let  the  universal  throncr 

With  ardour  drain  the  utrnofl  firing  ; 
Amen,  to  God,  all  praife  belongs, 

Ke  is  the  univerfal  King. 

HYMN  C.     Long  Metre. 
Afiort  addrefs  to     the  christians,    with  a  few 
thought*  on  my  own   departure   and   immortal 
glory  through  Chrifl. 

3\T^  (°  l'he  P^gr^ms  born  of  God, 

li       In  jefus  name  thefe  lines  I  hand, 
To  cheer  you  on  your  chriftian  road 
And  point  you  to  the  heav'nly  land. 

2  Yv'hen  I  am  gone  and  ye  furvive, 
Make  the  Redeemer's  name  your  theme  j. 

And  while  thefe  mortal  climes  ye  rove, 
The  wonders  of  his  love  proclaim. 

3  Soon  I  (hail  end  this  rapid  race, 

And    tread  your  mortal  climes  no  more  ; 
But  through  Jehovah's  boundlefs  grace, 
Safe  (hall  I  reach  the  heav'nly  'hore. 

4  No  diffajnt  fnace  to  take   my  flight. 
When  1  (hall  clofj  thefe  mortal  eyes, 

But  in  eternal  realms  of  light 

Awa'ifi  with  pleafure  and  furprife. 


E.'V.  HT  M'N  3. 

5  O  what  tranfporting  feas  of  blifs  ! 

I  then  (hail  fail  with  fweet  delight  ! 
There  God  my  tailing  portion  is, 
Shining  beyond  conception  bright. 

6  How  will  the  heav'n-tranfporting  b!aze? 
The  pow'rs  of  all  my  foul  employ  ! 

I  foanng  (hil  aloft  (hall  ^aze 
On  that  eternal  fource  of  joy.  - 

7  Though  millions  are  the  hofls  abovej  - 
They  now  in  God  are  all  but  one  ;  • 

And  all  fo  ravifh'd  with  his  love, 
They  nothing  know  but  God  alone, 

8  My  foul  fo  ravifh'd  in  that   fea, 


&T: 


I've  loft  mvfelr  and  vi 


one  iincy 


gaze; 


This  God  is  all  I  feel  or  iees  -. 
I'm  loll  in  his  meridian  blaze  I 

9  I  drink,  I  foar,  I  saze  I  rove," 
O'er  the  tranfparent  fcenes  of  hllCs) 

Still  loft  with  wonder  in  his  love  ; 
My  foul  !  and  what  a  God  is  this. 

io  Ten  thbufand  blazing  realms  of  light  ! 

Proclaim  their  God.  am!  fay.  Amen    ! 
My  foul  Hill  foaring  in  her  flight,  - 
My  God  is  ail,  I  drop  my  pen,  - 
HYMN   CI.   Particular  Metre,    By  3.'  R; 
A  call  to  f  rivers.  ■ 

OChriftlefs  fouls,  to  hell  you  are  expos'd 
•  And  in  the  bonds  of  fin  you  are  enelos'd  ; 
Your  (lender  thread  of  life  it  foon  may  break 
And  into  hell  your  wretched  fouls  may  fhake0  - 


383  HYMNS.'  B.V„ 

2  And  Jefus  at  your  floor  doth  knocking  fland, 
And  ftretchcs  out  to  you  his  bleeding  hand    ; 
And  faith,  poor  finners,  leave  your  damning  finf 
And  fly  to  me,  and  I  will  take  you  in. 

3  My  blood  will  waft  away  your  deepefi  fiain5, 
My  blood  will  cleanfe  you  from  your  fouleft  fins, 
My  blood  will  make  your    fouls  both   clean  and 

white, 
My  blood  will  make  you  lovely  in  my  fight. 

4  Come  to  my  open  arms  without  delay 
Nor  put  me  off  until  another^day  ; 

O  !  be  not  eafy  in  your  wf etched  ftate, 
Left  you  have  caufe  to  cry  too  late,  too  late, 

5  Now  is  the  time  I  will  your  fin  forgive, 
Now  is  the  time  I  wiil  your  fouls  receive, 
Now  is  the  time,  come,  come  dear  iouls  away? 
And  fwim  with  me  in  love's  unbounded  fea. 

6  Come  dive  with  me  in  life's  eternal  ilream, 
Quit  all  thofe  vain  delights,  this  life's  a  dream? 
Come  feaft  your  fouls  on  love's  eternal  good3 
And  dwell  forever  with  a  God  that's  good. 


F  I  N  I  6V 


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refers  to  the  Book,  and  the  other  to   the  num- 


ber of  the  Hvnin, 


AH  think  my  .foul  how  blelt  are  they 
A  finner  Lord  condemn'd  to  die 
Adieu  vain   world  with  all  your  gain 
A  guilty  flarving  wretch   I  be 
Awake  my  foul,  gaze  and  wonder 
Awake,  arife  ye  carnal  fouls 
All  hail  !    all  haii  !    methinks   I  hear 
Awake  ye  forts  of  Adam's  cace 
Awake  unfeeling  fouls  awake 
All  haii  !    all  hall  ye    fculi  who  dwell 
Arife,  O  youth  with  ail  thy  foul 
Awake,  awake  O  youth  arife 
Amazing  fight  the  Saviour  (lands 
Arife  O  all  ye  faints  and  f.ng 
Awake  ye  dying  faints  awake 
Awake,  O  guilty  world   awake 
Amazing  love,  unbounded  grace 
And  didft  thou  die  for  me 
All  haii  thou. lovely  Lamb  of  God 
As  boundlefs  as  the  realms  above 
Adieu  to  earth  wiihall  your  joys 
All  glory  to  the  God  in  clay 
A  begger  Lord  behold  I  (land 
As  pilgrims  wilh  their  red  to  find 
Among  ten  thoufand  hateful  foes 


B.  H. 


Awake  my  heart  rejoice  and  f:rg 


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All  Kail  thou  prince  of  peace 
A  God  omnipotent  I  own 
Awake  my  foul  with  pleafure  fing 
As  near  to  Calvary  I  pafs 
.Away  ye  earthly  charms  away 
All  hail  incarnate  lover  hail 
Awake  my  foul  ftretch  ev'ry  thought 
Awake,  awake  ten  thoufand  tongues 
Arife  my  foul  and  foar  away 

3 

BOLD   wretch  indeed,  -&c. 
Bleft  be  the  name  that's  &ce 
i:Ser;oId  the  friend  of  finners  dies 
JBlefs  us  this  day  O  Lord  our  God 
Bleft  are  the  fouls  that  ever  knew 
Breathe,  on  my  foul  O  !  breath  divine 
Blcfl  are  the  fonls  that  know  the  Lord 
Bleft  be  the  Lord  that  we  may  part 
Break  facred  morn  with  beams  of  light 
Breathe  on  my  foul  O  !    facred  dove 
Bear  me  O  thou  immortal  dove 
Bleft  morn  when  I  ihall  land 


COME  ye  that  are  refolv'd  to  fee 
Come  pilgrims  let  us  praife  &c 
Come  pilgrims  lift  your  joyful  firains 
Come  trembitng  fouls  forget  your  fear 
Come  cheerful  pilgrims  let  us  join 
Come  ye  that  know  the  bicifed  name 
Qan  I  forget  that  dreadful   day 
£ome  l~t  us  join  -in  bevt  ir.dhand 


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Cleanfe  me  O   God  by  grace  divine 
Come  pilgrims  let  our  hearts  arife 
Come  prince  of  peace  mv  foes   detlroy 
Come  night  and  fpread  rhy  fable  wings 
Could  heav'n's  eternal  grandeur  move 
Come  faith  the  Lord  O  finnerscome 
Ceafe,  ceafe  ve  foes  of  God  to  tell 
D 

D^ATH  reign'd  with  vigour  &c. 
Dark  and  diftrefiing  was  the  day 
Dark  was  the  day  our  fears  were  great 
P^wn  from  the  glorious  realms  above 

F  .  E 

JLlj  TERNAL  praifes  to  thv  name  5     44 

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FIOM  durft  we  wretched  &c. 
Freely  I  hear  the  fon  of  God 
Fellow  pilgrims  let  us  join 
Free  is  the  mercy  of  our  God 
Farewell  ye  happy  faints  of  God 
From  the  remains  of  fin 
Far  from  my  father's  houfe  I  rove 
For  me  dear  Saviour  haft  thou  bled 
Forever  blefTed  be  thy   name 
G 

GOOD  Lord  what  (hall  I  do 
Go  forth  ye  heralds  of  the  Lord 
Glad  news  to  men  the  prince  of  peace 
Good  news  for  you,  O  AdarnVnce 
Glad  tidings  to  our  world  is  come 
^-Glad  tidinps  to  the  world  is  come 


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Great  was  thy  love  O  God    to  me 
Great  was  the  Saviours  fove 
Great  was  thy  goodnefs  O  my  God 
Great  is  the  grace  of  God  to  me 
Great  was  the  peace  my  foul  enjoy 'd 
Great  did  ;hv  love  and  pity  reign 
Great  are  the  joys  of  Saints  above 
Great  was  the  ftoop  great  was  the  iove 
God  is  my  onlv  friend 
God  is  my  ail  I  feel  his  ^race 
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JL    Hard  heart  of  mine  O  that  &e>. 
Kuv,e  mercy  on  me  Lord 
High  was  the  crime,  great  was  the  fall 
How  happy  was  the  ftroke   of  death 
How  long  fha.ll  I  in  darknefs  go 
JHo-v  iong  Lord    mufl  I  wade 
Here  in  thy  prefence  O  our  God 
Ho  ail  ye  wand'ring  iens  cf  men 
How  daring  is  the  wretch  profane 
Hark  O  ye  fons   of  Adam  hear 
How  oft  unthinking  failors  feel 
How  great  O  Jefus  was  thy  love 
How  oft  in  exile  paths  J  rove 
How  could   Jehovah  Rood  fo  low 
Hoftnna  to  the  bleed  w.g  Lamb 
Hew  pants  my  foui  to  lee  thy  fa^e 
How  can  poor  mortals  ever  praife 
How  fad  and  heavy  is  mv  day 
How  bappy  are  the  fainis 


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How  can  a  fou!  fo  fenfelefs  be 
Have  I  been  bleft  with  grace  divine 
Had  I  ten  thoufand  tongues 
Hafte  dear  Jefus,  hafle  I  pray 
How  dark  and  gloomy  is  the  night 
How  long  and  tedious  is  the  night 
Hail  ye  dar-k  tenants  of  the  earth 
Hail  happy  mom  I  gladly  rife 
Hark  is  my  Jefns  paffing  by 
Hark  glad  tidings  to  the  thepherds 
How  bleR  beyond  what  tongue  can  i ell 
How  great  thy  love  O  prince  of  peace 
How  vaft  Moriah  is  thy  load 
Here  gladly  at  thy  feet  I  fall 
Hear  O  ye  ftarving  world ings   hear 
How  many  haplefs  men  will  fel  I 
Hofanna  to  the  Lamb 

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IMMORTAL  honors  to  the  King  2 

I  choofe  the  Lord  for  all  my  joy  2 

1  wander   like  a  captive  (lave  2 

I  would  be  wholly  for  my  God-  2 

Is  that  the  Son  of  God  who  crie*  2 

It  was  a  happy  hour  3. 

If  I  the  Saviour  knew  3 

I'll  btefs  thee  O  my  God  of  love  3 

It  was  the    uncreated  word  3 

I  lift  my  tout  on  high  5 

If  God  fo  lov'd  our  race  5 

It  there  a  God  and  is  he  mine  5 


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^[us  let  not  thy  grace  delay 
jefus  with  thy  gcfpel  fword 
Jefus  the  Lord  is  paffrng  by 
Jefus  from  the  bright  realms  above 
Jefa.s  in   my  youthful  bloom 

is  my  Lord  increafe  my  faith 
j^ias  my  foul  would  fain  abide 
Jefus  the  LorJ  forever  rci^n 
Tefus  mv  foul  doth    iona  to  know 
{efus  the  Lord  is  mine 
Jefus  my  Lord  I  thirfl  for  thee 
Jefus  I  love  arid  him  adore 
J -Jus  my  God  is  mine 
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ONTG  hive    I  trocle  the  1*3v  »o  hell 
I   Lord  I  am  voting  but  foon  may  go 
.Lori!  what  a  wretched  foul  am  I 
Lord  God  of  qrare  I  fee"!  I  fee 
Let  ev'ry  foul  r?dr?m'd  from  death 
Lord  I'el  m^  never  20 
Lo-r  haye  I  trocfe  th^  downward  road 
1  oo'<    down  O  God  from  realms  above 
ne  n  o  I  on  jre  r  go 
I  b"ui n.tn  fee 
;  have  i"  drove  my  flefh  to  pleafe 
Lord  how  uiihappy  is  my  {late 


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Lord  what  a  wretched   foul  am  I 
Lord  he'D  me  fo  to  run  the  race 
Look  on  the  finking  world  O  God 
Long  has  the  world  in  darknefs    dwelt 
Lord   in  the  chariot  of  thy  word 
Lord  why  mould  finners  go  to  hell 
Long  has  the  Saviour  call'd  for  thee 
Lord  I  lay  me  down  to  reft 
Lo:  d  how  it  grieves  my  wounded  heart 
Long  nights  of  darknefs  and  of  grief 
Let  ev'ry  morning  O  my  God 
Lord  God  I  feel  my  ftupid  frame 
Let  not  the  fons  of  Jefus  call 
Lord  fill  rcy  heart  with  love  divine 
Lord  Jefus  let  thy  truth  appear 
Lead  me  O  Jefus  in  my  youth 
Long  have  I  wanderd  from  my  God 
Lord  my  foul  doth  now  afpire 
Lord  Jefus  let  me  fee 
Lord  I  have  caufe  to  be  aftam'd 
Lord  God  1  pant  for  thee 
Lord  thou  baft  bo't  me  with  thy  blood 
Let  others  their  falvation  reft 
Lord  fince  thou  pluck'd  me  from  the  gulf  5 
Let  univerfal  plains 
Lead  me  O  thou  immortal  dove 
Lord  1  can  live  on  hu&s  no  more 
Let  earthly  minds  feed  on  a  dream 
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MY  foul  amazed'  fees  the  rJ'eil  &c 
May  Jefus  blc-fs  the  mutual  bands  2 
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hly  {oil]  O  wonder  have  1   known 

My  Too!  reviews  the  happy  day  . 

My  foul  O  God  afpires  to  be 

My  life  and  fou!  to  thee  Q  God 

My  God  doth  not  delay 

Much  more  O  God  I  fain  would  be 

Mount  my  fou!  en  wihgs  triumphant 

My  foul  furmounts  the  rage  of  death 

Mount  up  my  fou!  and  ling 

My  foul  embrace  the  Saviour's  crefs 

My  father  muO  I  longer  be 

My  fou!  leave  al!  below 

Mcthinks  I  feel  a  warm  define 

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NJ  peace  O  Jefus  but  in  thee 
No  longer  will  I  feek  for  joys 
ere  we'll  talk  of  Adam's  fin 
Nations  attend  let  ev'ry  mortal  hear 
No  mortal  tongue  can  ever  tell 
None  but  the  fol'fwers  of  the  Lamb 
Now  with  the  morn  my  foul  a  rife 
No  more  ye  foli;wcrs  of  the  Lamb 
Now  pilgrims  let  us  go  in  peace 
Not  crow  us  nor  worlds  O  God  I    crave 
Now  can  try -foul  in  God  rejoice 
Now  en  the  borders  of  our  land 
No  portion  Lord  clo  I  defirs 
]\ow  to  the  pilgrims  born  of  God 

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0  v/rctched  foul  where  have  I  been 

O  what  a  wretched  firmer  Lord 

O  what  a  wretched  fiate  I'm  in 

O  is  the  king  of  terrors  come 

O  what  a  Rate  my  foul  is  in 

O  was  my  iot  among  the  faints 

O  wretched  foul  I  now  begin 

O  what  a  huro'en'd  foul  am  I 

O  ihou  lhat  (iocp'd  from  realms  of  light 

G  what   a  harden'd  wretch  am  I 

O  what  a  load  of  fin 

O  Lord  how  dang'rous  is  the  place 

O  how  I  (hudder  ori  she  brink 

O  help  a  fmner  Lord  I  pray 

O  what  a  heart  have  I 

O  could  I  once  but   really  know 

O   what  a  poor  benighted  mind 

O  je&s  (hail  I  ever  be 


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O  I  am  bound  with  iron  chains 

O  c?n  it  ever  be 

O  when  will  jefus  come 

O  for  fome  hand  that  can  relieve 

O  what  a  poor  unhappy  foul 

O  what  a  load  of  guilt  I  feel 

O  might  our  fouls  this  day  enjoy 

O  come  thou  Lamb  of  God  we  pray 

O  fum  ye  prifoners  of  hope 

O  turn  ye  dying  fons  of  men 

O  Jefus  come  thy  kingdom  fpread 

O  how  kind  ihe  heav'nly  powers 


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O  Hafte  away  ten  thonfand  fouls 

O  fpread  thy  faving  name  abroad 

O  Tinners  fJy  10  Jefus'  arms 

O  could  I  tread  from  pole  to  pole 

O  when  dear  Jefus  fliall  I  be 

O  finners  make  the  Saviour  room 

O  finners  hear  the  gofpel  call 

O  how  unbounded  was  that  love 

O  Lord  how  can  I  live 

O   for  the  foirit  of  the  dove 

On  earth  I  know  immortal  love 

O  what  are  ail  theie  earthly  toys 

O  for  the  name  of  Chrift  impreft 

O  helplefs  wretched  foul  am  I 

O  happy  youth  wjio  in  the  bloom 

O  the  dead  Irate  of  Adam's  race 

O   how  diilreiTing  was  the  fcene 

Once  oo  the  brink  of  endiefs  death 

O  might  I  always  feel  the  pow'r 

O  happy  hour  and  fweet  the  place 

O  that  I  knew  it  was  the  cafe 

Once  more  we'll  join  before  me  part 

O  my  Jefus  live  with  me 

O  Lord  I  count  a!i  things  but  lofs 

O  for  a  taOe  of  life  divine 

O   what  a  wand'nr.g  foul  am  I 

O   for  a  heart  my  God  to  love 

O  could  1  find  a  humble  place 

O  how  unguarded  Lord  am  I 

O  how  I've  left  my  Chrift  my  God 

O  could  my  foul  this  morning  rife 


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O  what  a  portion  have  the  faints 

G  happy  ftate  to  be  fo  bleft 

O  Jefus  let  me  often  taOe 

O  God  how  (hall  I  tell 

O  what  a  blefling  have  I  found 

Once  did  my  foul  unguarded  lay 

O  Jefus  take  away 

O  was  it  for  my  wretched  foul 

O  Jefus  could  my  foul  believe 

O  has  Jehovah  thought  on  me  ' 

O  joys  of  heav'n's  immortal  throng  " 

O  give  me  firength  of  living  faith 

O  could  I  live  but  near  my  Cod 

O  thought  how  blefl  the  faints  above 

0  could  my  foul  a  freedom  find 

O  when  will  thefe  black  clouds  depart 

O  God  my  heart  is  hard 

O  cutting  doubts  when    (hail  I  know 

O  Jefus  at  thy  feet  I  fall 

O  muft  I  wander  all  my  days 

O  God  break  in  my  heart  with  love 

O  that  I  might  forever  be 

O  Jefus  with  me  go  ■ 

O  when  my  blcffed  Jefus  when  * 

G  muft  I  fpend  my  moments  fa  > 

O  how  rejoicing  was  the  day  * 

Once  I  enjoy'd  the  Saviour's  love 

O  thou  that  bought   my  foul  with   love 

O  how  I  feel  thofe  foes  within 

O  hsw  ungrateful  have!  been 


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O  that  my  foul  might  always   be 
O  God  my  broken  groans  attend 
O  God  inflame  my  foul  with  love 
Once  did  my  foul  rejoice 
O  give  me  nothing  but  the  Lamb 
O  happy  fouls  alive  to  God 
O  couid  I  mount  above  the  fkies 
O  Jefus  with  thy  charms 
O  let  me  breathe  in  realms  divine 
O  Jefus  (hall  I  ever  dwell 
O  Lord  my  God  thou  art  my  all 
O  give  me  bleflkd  Jefus   give 
One  fpark  O  God  of  heav'nly  fire 
O   happy  difentangled  faints 
O  what  a  bleft  tranfporting  ray 
O  what  an    emptytoy 
O  what  amazing  love  is  this 
O  how  the  thought  attracts  my  heart 
O  can  it  be  that  I  (hall  land 
O  the  fweet  glimpfes  of  thy  face 
O  Clvriftlefs  fouls  to  hell  you  are  expos'd 
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PLGRIMS   with  pleafure  let  us  part 
Pilgrims  let  us  join  to  fing 
Pilgrims  let  us  all  engage 
Pilgrims  lift  your  beads  to  fing 

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Rife  all  yc  Saints   of  God  2      49 


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Rejoice  ye  lovers  of  the  Lord  5  11 

Roufe  all  ye  tenants  of  the  earth  5  41 

Rif?  heav'nly  fun  with  rays  divine  3  63 

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SAY  men  of  pleafure  men  of  !uft  1  22 

Soon  I  mult  hear  the  foieran  call  1  41 

Swift  has  th'  immortal  fpirit  fled  1  45 

See,  fee  what  heavy   clouds  anfe  1  50 

Soon  (hall  I  feel  the  pangs  of  death  1  6q 

Sinners  behold  the  Saviour  (lands  2  12 

Sinners  anfe  you're  cail'd  avvav  2  15 

S-e  how  the  great  Me  Hi  ah  bleeds  2  25 

Sinner  arife,   he  Saviour's  come  2  49 

Swe?t  is  the  name  of  Chri-ft  the  Lamb  2  61 

Sinners  the  Lord  would  fave  2  63 

Sinners  attend  the  Saviour's  come  2  &M 

Sinners  behold  your  Saviour  God  2  82 

Sweet  was  the  day  and  great  the  joy  3  5 

Sinners  this  day  the  Saviour  (lands  3  1  1 

Shout  all  ye  armies  of  the  (Icy  3*8 

Some  happy  days  1  find  below  3  39 

Should  I  be  cail'd  to  ditlaiu  wilds  3  8~ 

Soon  (hall  I  quit  this  mortal  (We  3  8(3 

Shew  me  O  God  how  ftands  the  cafe  4  85 

Strange  that  a  foul  who  ever  knew  4  Qq 

Say  bieffed  God  where  fhali  I  go  4  93 

S:jig  on  ye.  pilgrims  bound    to  heav'n  5  12 

Should'  heav'n  command.  &c.  5  4o 

Sweet  is  the  converfe  with  my  God  5  52 

Shout  brethren  for  the  Lord  hash  broke  5  76 

Sinners  (O  God)  with  but  a  toy  5  87 


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Should  angels  raife  eternal  drains 
Should  thofe  who  tread  the  road  to  hell 
Sweet  are  the  rays  of  facred  love 

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TREMBLING  O  God,  &c. 
The  world  from  chriftians,  &c. 
To  God  the  great,  the  good,  the  wife 
Teach  me  O  God  I  pray 
Too  long  my  foul  has  fed  on  toys 
To  thee,  to  thee  O  God  I  call 
To  thee  O  God  I  fain  would  cry 
Tell  a  poor  foul  that  I  may  find 
Thy  fpirit  Lord  alone 
'Twas  God  himfeif  became  the  Lamb 
The  Saviour's  grace  is  free 
This  worid  wi:h  all   her  joys 
Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  the  hand 
This  world  is  but  an  empty  found 
Too  often  O  my  blefied  God 
Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  thy  name 
.Think  O  my  foul  how  bleii  are  ihey 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  praifes  be 
To  praife  the  bleeding  Lamb 
This  life's  a  blaft,  this  world's  a  cheat 
7eil  me  fome  friend  where  fhali  I  go 
To  you  who  love  my  Chrift  I'H  tell 
Think  O  my  foul  what  thou  haft  done 
Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  the  Lamb 
This  evening  O  my  God  to  thee 
Tho'  faints  pafs  thro' fome  trying  days 
Thrice  bkiTed  are  die  faints  of  God 


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That  living  faith  O  God  I  need 
There's  none  can  tell  or  yet  conceive 
Ten  thoufand  foLlo.wers  of  the  Lamb 
This  world  with  all  its  charms 
Too  long  I  have  abus'd  thy  grace 
Tell  me  no  more  of  earthly  friends 
The  prince  of  peace  is  come 
Tis  we  that  may  rejoice 
Think  O  my  foul  thou  art  to  land 
Thou  art  my  all  O  Lamb  of  God 
Twas  love  without  a  bound  or  fhore 

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T  NHAPPY  fouls  who  never  knew 
\_/    Unnurober'd  fouls  by  unbelief 
Undaunted  O  my  foul  go  on 
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VAIN  world  !  vain  world  &r, 
Vile  wretch  I  am  where  (ball  I  flee 
Vain  world  adieu  with  all  your  toys 
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WHY  wretched  mortal  <?:c. 
When  Adam  flood  in  light 
While  in  life's  bloom  O  God  of  grace 
When  paradife  was  funk  by  fin 
What  heart  can  think  &c. 
Was  e'er  a  wretch  fo  hard  as  I 
While  failtfrs  bleft  with  wind  and  tide 
What  a  wand 'ring  wretch  am  I 
When  (hall  I  know  my  foul  doih  Hand 
"iVhile  the  fjwift  wings  of  time  doth  fly 
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Who  can  or  dares  refufe  to  love 
Whac  foiemn  groans  are  thofe  I  hear 
Where  faith  the  mourners  is  this  Chrift 
What  more  could  Jefus  do 
Why  mortals  will  you  thus  blafpheme 
While  I  am  bleft  with  youthful  bloom 
Why  faith  (he  Lord  O  fmners  why 
Why  did  Jehovah  think  on  me 
"With  God's  people  let  us  go 
When  I  was  trembling  on  the  brink 
W?hen  I  can  find  my  Saviour  nigh 
Why  (hould  we  p'lgrims  mournincr  go 
When  I  from  my  beloved,  hVe 
With  joy  O  God  I  all  refi.^n 
W7hat  (hall  we  render  to  thy  name 
Why  fiiould  I  ftarve  my  hungry  mind 
Who  will  expel  thefe  {hades  of  night 
When  will  the  bleft  immortal  dove 
When  (hail  my  fcul  from  doubts  be  free   4      7: 
Without  a  doubt  O  could  I  know 
When  Jefus  fmiles  on  me 
WThat  devaftations  de3th  has  made 
What  heav'nly  fcenes  on  earrh 
We  pilgrims  Lord  implore  thy  hand 
Wei!  fordid  minds  )  our  earth  purfue 
Where  what  or  who  art  thou  great  God 
When  I  enjoy  the  love  of  Chrift 
Worthy  art  thou  immortal  Lamb 
Wfe'y  co  ye  mourn  ye  bicffcd  faints 
;:  do  ye  thus  in  furrow  Hray 


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"\7"  E  who  profane  your  maker's  name  1  56 

JL  Ye  poor  unhappy  fouls  who  dare  1  58 

Ye  funs  of  Adam  lift  your  eyes  2  1 

Ye  folPwers  of  the  heav'nly  king  2  85 

Ye  foil'wers  of  the  Lamb  who  mourn  4  29 

Ye  who  in  Jefus  dwell  5  50 

Ye  earthly  Scenes  an  empty  boaft  5  82 


A  jliort  account  of  the  death  of  Henry  A l line* 
the  author  of  the  foregoing  HYMNS — Being 
the  extract  of  a  letter  fent  to  Mr.  William  Al- 
line,  his  father,  by  Mr.  David  M'Clure  (then 
Minijier  of  North- Hill  J  theperfon  with  whom 
he  died, 

January  22,  1  784. 

HE  arrived  at  my  houie  accompanied  bv  Mr. 
M'Clintock,  mimfter  of  Greenland,  very 
fcebie,  to  appearance  in  the  lad  ftage  of  an  hetick, 
and  much  oppreft  with  the  aflhma  cough. 

25— He  rode  to  the  meeting-houfe  and  prea- 
ched from  Luke  19-— 51b. — On  the  28th  an  ab- 
fcefs  broke,  after  which  he  was  able  to  fet  up 
a  little. 

29.- — Growing  weaker,  and  expecling  death, 
approaching,  he  committed  to  my  care  Ins  pa- 
pers and    effecrr  :    with   directions   to   be    careful 


01 


uumber  of  Hymns  which  he  had  prepared  to 


& — and  to  write  to  his  friends. 


Death  of  Mr.  He i.' r y  A-Uine, 

30.' — He  grew  worfe,  and  told  me  he  was  s. 
going ;  and  faid  he  put  his  truft  in  none  but 
Chriji  !  the  Dottor  that  had  attended  him  du- 
ring his  flay  at  my  boufe  afked  him  how  he 
did,  he  told  him  he  had  nothing  to  promife  him- 
felfas  to  this  life,  but  faid,  I  am  going,  and  tit- 
ling to  go  ;  becaufe  I  have  a  friend  that  wiilj up- 
port  vie  in  death. 

31. — I  found  that  his  ftrengrth  began  to -decay 
raptdly,  and  he  defired  me  to  let  down  and  write 
fome  things  refpecling  his  life,  having  a  defire 
that  poor  fmners  fhould  be  made  acquainted  with 
fome  remarkable  providences  of  God  towards 
him,  but  he  was  too  weak  to  converfe,  and  faid 
he  mud  put  it  ofT.  He  cnofe  to  converfe  on  no 
fubjeel  but  Chrift,  and  the  love  of  Gocl  in  our  re- 
demption.—I  told  him  he  was  approaching  to 
his  welcome  journey,  he  faid  with  great  earneft- 
nefs  0  !  I  hngfer  it  !  I  told  him  that  the  pro- 
mife of  the  gofpel  was  a  divine  fupport.  he  told 
me  it  was,  but  the  promifer  zvas  greater  than  the 
-promife,  and  he  zoas  with  him.  He  grew  very 
weak,  and  the  laft  words  which  he  fpoke  intelli- 
gible, .was,  in  the  (trains  of  his  general  converfa- 
rion,  0  !  rejoice  in  the  Lord  jfefus  Chriji  !  and 
between  three  and  four  o'clock -on  the  In  ft  day 
of  February,  he  breathed  out  his  foul  into  the 
arms  of  the  Lord  Jefus,  whom  he  longed  tc  be 
with, 

THE  END, 


